I know I am able; I simply do not wish to.

I know I must, but I cannot.

I do not understand.

Is my presence less than favoured? Does my icy touch not cool you enough? Is there a form of negative abnormality I hold above your heads which you envy or despise?

What is left of me that you've forgotten? I assume you believe me to be uncharitable. You have forgotten my demands, yet you exaggerate my wishes to meet the needs of the view you hold me against.

I know I am able; I simply do not wish to.

I know I must; I simply care less than you require of me.

I know I would—if it pleased me, but it does not.

I know. I do not care.