Merwyn: Why do we find ourselves so far apart?
Balor: It’s a matter of respect.
Merwyn: Respect? Balor, you see me as a princess to be kept on a leash until the time comes to trade me, use me, or get rid of me.
Balor: And you see me as a lowborn raised far above his station.
Merwyn: This is how you see yourself. I see you as a singular genius capable of so much more than the box my father put you in. I only ask that you see me the same.