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[Scoria:] Well, sir Antracon. She left you like a rotten ship? Eternity...is a long time to bare guilt. |
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[Antracon:] How did you get in here? This room is mine! |
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[Scoria:] Yours? If you would have defended what is yours. She would still be with you. Don't you |
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Hate how she made you feel like nothing? |
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[Antracon:] Who are you? |
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[Scoria:] We were discussing you. Why are you taking the blame for her betrayal? |
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[Antracon:] If anyone. I'm the one who has betrayed. I've always felt like I'm not enough for her. |
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Still, I don't believe she did... |
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[Scoria:] Oh yes you do. Yes you do, i can feel it. She thinks you are too low for such noble family. |
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Ah, selfpity...doesn't it strangle you sometimes? Such a waste for a man who's grandeur and power |
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Might rise above all this. |
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[Antracon:] Grandeur? My father was a soldier and my mother a low breed spaniard. I shouldn't have |
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Been worthy enough to wipe miss Prudence's boots. Let alone ask of her hand... |
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[Scoria:] Why doubt thyself? You could be strong enough to lead armies, to rule kingdoms. I could |
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Show you your true worth. I could sooth that pain of yours. |
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[Antracon:] I want to forget this doubt...this fear. I never want to feel this pain again. |
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What...what are you |
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[Scoria:] I am the roar of your pride and self-respect, telling you. That it's not your fault. Don't |
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Let them mock. You. I can offer you strength that rises you high above any doubt, agony and |
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Self-pity. I am the strength inside telling you that those whores out there are better of dead for |
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Making a mockery out of you and your kind. Every damned one of them. Just let me release what's |
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Inside you...hiding |