[ perusing the two journal pages she'd requested, it seems as though her writings and his thoughts are aligned, no matter how circuitous and lacking cohesion they are. it signals to him that it's not just him who's being lead around by the nose, chasing trains of thought that go no where. sighing, he closes the journal softly and ticks it upwards in his grasp. ]

It's like conducting interviews at the site of a tragedy or disaster. The same event occurs, but you'll receive twenty different stories based on the reconstruction of memories under the effects of stress. Normally, you'd be able to find the thread of truth, but we don't know what actually happened...

[ obviously, he's not under the impression that they're trying to solve the murder mystery of an actual king, but he's seen enough subversion and bad taste in his life to know that this show is likely representative of something.

in the end, frustration remains. tears remain. not to shine a light on it, but — ]

For now, what we can take care of is your crying.

[ yes, he knows how. ]