How, how could you do this to me? Why are you putting me through this ordeal? Is this also part of that grand 'study' of yours? Is this part of that 'great field experience' you talked about?

"...The prosecution... has evidence that Guest murdered a civilian, and..."

Is this truly the truth? Do you expect me to believe that? Don't lie to me. The sensation and the feeling of tearing down my lifelong idol with my own hands... Do you even know what that's like? You, sitting there calmly in the defendant's seat with your head bowed. Guest.

"...I request a recess from the honorable presiding judge."

I, I... I can't do this. Guest. How can I tear you down, you who are my idol, with my own hands? I can't do it. I said I can't...