It would be best, I suppose, if I were to preface this by saying I have often wondered what would happen to a man if he lost everything important to him. His pride, his family, all the things that he held meaning to in his life. I would quite like to say I would be fascinated to see what a man reduced to nothing would be like.

But to say I would find such fascinating would be a lie. I've seen it over, and over, and over again. But I'd like to see it once more. Really, I'd like to see what the effect would be on such an overbearing, sniveling, loathsome prat such as Edward Nashton if we tore him down, inch by inch, and forced him to face his own reflection.