I'm unhappy because everyone here - wherever here is - is stupid and doesn't know who I am and I can't find Sebastian or any of the maids. And being "special" isn't all it's cracked up to be. I never get to do what I want. I have stupid dinners with stupid church people and nobles and I have to go to services and do what the priests say and...

[And keep quiet when the noble ladies decide he needs 'a woman's touch' in his life for awhile. He kicks a rock, shoving his hands deep in his pockets and hunching his shoulders.]

...it's more trouble than it's worth.

[The whole world is more trouble than it's worth.]