You know you really walk like one, head held high, chest out, long stomping strides.The walk of a self-satisfied Persian prince. No doubt it's comes from being told since birth the world was yours, and actually believing it.

I wasn't born in a palace like you! I was born in the slums of Nasaf where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.

[confused]

Then how did you become a prince?

I don't know, the King... (pause)... marched in the market one day and he... I don't know he... he found me. He took me in, he gave me a family, he gave me home. What you're looking, at, is the walk of a man who just lost everything.