Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ Hᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇғɪᴀɴᴄᴇ. Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴏ sᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀɢᴇ. Hᴏᴡ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ, ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ?

[This was supposed to be His plan. Michael has thought so for ages upon ages. So, yes, he's having trouble with the idea that it wasn't.]