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My sin.

Why didst thou sin?

Why was I not my brother?

Palter not with me. Why didst thou sin?

Why was I myself?

And what didst thou will, being thyself?

What I must.

And wherefore must thou?

I was myself.

Thou art sparing of words.

[Without looking up.] In vino veritas.

Thou hast hit it, Maximus?

[''He pours forth a full goblet in front of the empty seat.''