A waste. Of time, life, effort... Tilting at windmills. Sisyphus pushing the boulder uphill. Searching for a cure to a disease I was born with. [bitterly] I can't even know for certain that what I feel for you is mine, or just the will of Stede Bonnet.

[he leans his head back on the wall, closing his eyes.]

You can end it here. You can give them all what they think they want. The only freedom I'll ever be able to grant to anyone. The only one available to me.