"You shouldn't have come here."
"Why… Why didn't you just let me die in peace? Why must you make me want to live when I can't be saved? Why must you make me feel this way?"
"Why, why, why…?!"
Tears trickled down the dying Knights' faces as they felt despair. The peaceful deaths they had convinced themselves were ruthlessly shattered by the cold reality of Vaan's words.
Indeed, even if they died, they would never feel content, knowing the nobles lived longer than them. Even if the nobles eventually died gruesome fates, it wouldn't have been done by their hands.
The rage, hatred, pain, and sadness they had accumulated in their hearts wouldn't just disappear with the nobles' death. Even a thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to wash them of their sins, not even a thousand years of cruel torture.
In the Knights' hearts, they all wanted the nobles to suffer the worst fate unimaginable.