[It does say a lot, and it's all annoying and uncomfortable.]

...well whatever grand romance you two had, it has nothing to do with me.

[Though William frowns as a thought occurs to him, having somehow angrily eaten half that pie, while not making a mess of himself.]

If that is all true though, why did you not go down to hell when you died? You spoke to me once before and said that all of this, it wasn't supposed to happen. So what went wrong?