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[after William is betrayed]

Father! You. Rotting. Bastard. Why? Why?

Longshanks required Wallace. So did our nobles. That was the price of your crown.

Die! I want you to die.

Soon enough I'll be dead. And you'll be king.

I don't want anything from you. You're not a man, and you're not my father.

You are my son, and you have always known my mind.

You deceived me.

You let yourself be deceived. In your heart, you always knew what had to happen here. At last, you know what it means to hate. Now you're ready to be a king.

My hate will die ... with you.