[If Yngvi had been drinking or doing what his lady has said he'd done before, about himself, their teeth, amusement, then he'd snap. But he's very sober, and tired, instead just sighing from behind a hand.]

Right well that was 'bout as illuminating as your hand I reckon. Like I left, physically, for nearly ten years, but I was still part of it. That's what this is about. The actual thing itself and deserving. Things you've done, you're been part of, if getting out means you're washing your hands or trying to say it wasn't me.