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( An hour later, urgency explicit, leverage depleted, opening play begrudging — and the tremors of the Murmur link a cryogenic invasion. )
22 November.
22 November.
As it happens.
( Let it land like a hurricane. )
A good-will gift. To complete your collection of every other tatter of my dignity you've embezzled. I don't invite reciprocation.
( Let it land like a hurricane. )
A good-will gift. To complete your collection of every other tatter of my dignity you've embezzled. I don't invite reciprocation.
Stubbornness isn't capital, and surrender isn't currency.
( But there is value to this conversation. )
You don't have much. If it's freely given, you'll squander it. If it's wrenched from my hands, you'll guard it jealously. Consider me despoiled.
( But there is value to this conversation. )
You don't have much. If it's freely given, you'll squander it. If it's wrenched from my hands, you'll guard it jealously. Consider me despoiled.
( Theirs. In sickness and in health. The Murmur line can absorb the banality of a scandal. It struggles, faintly, with uncertainty. )
I want you to be a very jealous man.
I want you to be a very jealous man.
This is an unprecedented triumph. You should celebrate it like an extinct species.
( A peel of rare incidental amusement. )
I don't even have exclusivity over my birth date.
I don't even have exclusivity over my birth date.
Was there another way to safeguard it against you?
I've asked nothing, but you've gained everything. Funny.
It's you. ( But. ) And it's him.
You like your tragic boys of blood and duty.
You like your tragic boys of blood and duty.
( A sudden syncopation. )
...oh. You think I'll kill him. For what you've said already. No. No, I briefly wondered. But no. Don't demean yourself.
...oh. You think I'll kill him. For what you've said already. No. No, I briefly wondered. But no. Don't demean yourself.
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