He doesn’t know why, but there’s always a sacrifice that’s required when he wants something beautiful. He supposes it’s somewhat of an equivalent exchange, even though some sacrifices are greater than others.
There’s no equality in the dreams of the heart, because he only has so much to give, and there are some sacrifices he isn’t willing to make unless he doesn’t know what he’s giving up. But even he can become a fool and aim for prey with closed eyes, and then it becomes more of a question on how far he has to fall before he’s willing to wake.
He’s not sure whether he’s in a dream or a nightmare, or what he should leave behind, but he makes sure he takes his kindness with him because in the end, he still believes that beauty exists, and so will hope for it no matter what happens.