He smirked, my own face twisting before me.
"Have you lost your taste to be a lord of the living void, a king of chaos?" he asked.
"Mayhap," I replied.
"By the Unicorn, thy mother, I knew it would come to this! The Pattern is as strong in you as is the greater realm. What then is your desire?"
"To preserve the realm."
He shook his/my head.
" 'Twould be simpler to destroy everything and try a new start-- as I have told you so often before."
"I'm stubborn. So tell me again," I said, attempting to simulate Dad's gruffness.
"Destroy the Pattern and we destroy Amber-- and all of the shadows in polar array about it. Give me leave to destroy myself in the midst of the Pattern and we will obliterate it. Give me leave by giving me your word that you will then take the Jewel which contains the essence of order and use it to create a new Pattern, bright and pure, untainted, drawing upon the stuff of your own being while the legions of chaos attempt to distract you on every side. Promise me that and let me end it, for broken as I am, I would rather die for order than live for it. What say you now?"
"Would it not be better to try mending the one we've got than to undo the work of eons?"
"Coward!" he cried, leaping to his feet. "I knew you would say that again!"