Damian (voice cracking, on the verge of tears): Then what is it?
Why is everyone blaming her?
Even if we were in a relationship, wouldn't the blame fall on both of us?
And why would it even be considered a fault?
Aren't I human too?
Is someone related to me not human?
(He clenches his fists, tears finally falling.)
Why can't I live like a normal person?
Tell me—was I born to be nothing but a puppet for the world to play with?
To entertain them so much that my own feelings no longer matter?
I never asked them to imagine me as their husband, did I?
Then why…?
Tell me!
why can't I love someone?!
[Pause. Mr. Mah stays silent, stunned.]
Damian (more broken):
Why can't I love someone?
Why can't they love me the way I am?
Why do I have to fit into the mold they created—just to be the 'perfect idol'?
Why do I have to be someone I'm not?
Mr. Mah (softly):
Damian… everyone loves you.
Damian (pointing to his tablet):
This is love?
"I never expected this from him."
"He betrayed me."
"He's showing loyalty to a PA, not his fans."
"I left my house for him. Why, Damian?"
"My only wish was to marry you—and you broke that too."
Did I ask them to leave their homes for me?
Did I say I would marry them?
They imagined it—and now I have to carry the weight of those fantasies?
Mr. Mah:
Damian… I love you. Your real fans love you.
Damian (shows the screen):
Then where are they?
Because all I see here is hate. All I see is blame.
And you…
You're only sticking around because of my father, not because you love me.
Mr. Mah (shocked):
Damian…
[Damian's car pulls up to his house.]
Damian (calm but firm):
See you tomorrow.
And I'm sorry… if my truth hurts you.