Free-Will Fuel

Theodore: You haven't gotten much rest
in the last few days, have you?

Ivan: I'm no good at all. I'm selfish and self-satisfied.
How am I unfortunate? She was... they were but still...
they died without complaint. Look at them. (sobbing)
I'm so blessed it's embarassing. (more sobbing)
I'm no good. I was vain and proud of being.
I was 'too good. I even held you in contempt; despised you. I'm a despicable man...(sobbing) conceited (more sobbing) ...and insincere.

Theodore: You're tired. You need to get some sleep.