[Franciscus is curled up on the cot in his cell, back to the bars. His shoulders are shaking slightly, the tears that have been threatening to fall finally pouring down his cheeks. Of course. Of course he's destroyed every good relationship he had here and had nothing to show for it. The only satisfaction he feels is that Olympia is going down with him. When anyone enters, his voice is shaky, with hardly any sign of him trying to keep it steady.]

Why are you here?