[His eyes go wide and round. He stares, dumbly, his mouth even more twisted up than usual. Slowly, marginally, his head begins to shake.]
No... No...
[He doesn't know why he's saying that. It's clearly what happened. But the idea is so repulsive, it just doesn't sit right in his mind. They made him king. They made that rotten murderous bastard king.]
That... rat...! That b-- [He tries to speak too fast, falling into a fit of coughing.]
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No... No...
[He doesn't know why he's saying that. It's clearly what happened. But the idea is so repulsive, it just doesn't sit right in his mind. They made him king. They made that rotten murderous bastard king.]
That... rat...! That b-- [He tries to speak too fast, falling into a fit of coughing.]
Do... do they know...?