"Marinette..."

Adrien was looking at her now, his green eyes glistening from unshed tears. He wanted to believe the girl - she had been so willing to listen to him when they were finally alone. She gave him a chance, but then... but then...

"What real Adrien? There is no real Adrien. There's only another Agreste. As long as society desires Agreste, that's all I am. As long as he deems Adrien an imperfection - a failure to the name Agreste - I am a failure. I must be perfect."