He closes his eyes and turns his head away from the dagger. Face shows grief and signs of an inner struggle. Spoken in a strained voice. And such an instrument I was to use He looks towards the King's chambers, then at the dagger in his hand. Spoken softly and wonderingly.
Face lights up slightly.
He lifts a hand to his face and rubs his eyes gently. His voice is thoughtful, and so is his facial expression. And, on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood which was not there before. He drops his hand from his face and looks at the dagger. Spoken softly, thoughtfully.