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[rain and thunder]

Altair: How sweet. You actually care about the consequences of your actions. Maybe if you would’ve the first time we wouldn’t be here.

Sirius: You’re not being fair.

Altair: None of this is fair. Just do it already. I don’t want to feel anything for him anymore.

Sirius: Your call, sweetheart.

[gunshot]

Sirius: Is this really what you want?

Altair: What’s the problem? It’s not like you haven’t done this before.

Sirius: It’s not me that I’m worried about.

Foxglove: Maybe at first… but, I left, didn’t I? I died because I left with you. That has to mean something, right?

Altair: … you’re not even real. How can any of what you say mean anything? Maybe if you were here, but you’re not and you’ll never be here again.

[pushes away]

Altair: You’re just the ghost that haunts me. I’m tired… I’m so tired of being haunted by you Foxglove. I just want to be free.

Foxglove: What about Perseus and Andromeda, together forever in the stars? That’s supposed to be us.

Altair: You could never be Perseus. He saves Andromeda from her monster… he doesn’t become the very thing that tortures her…

[gun cocking in the distance]

Altair: Goodbye.

Foxglove: What is that exactly?

Altair: A lie. Everything we had… it was never real.

Foxglove: You can’t actually believe that.

Altair: What else am I supposed to believe? I’ve read the e-mails. I’ve seen the bank statements. You were fudging hired to keep an eye on me… just another pawn in my father’s endless game of manipulation.

Foxglove: Altair… what are you doing?

Altair: Let go of me. You have no right to question anything I do.

Foxglove: What are you talking about?

Altair: I know what you really are.

Altair: Avoiding danger has gotten me a whole lot of a heartbreak. Maybe it’s time to embrace the darker side of life.

Foxglove: That’s insane. Are you even listening to yourself?

Altair: I don’t see the problem with it.

Foxglove: Jeeze it’s cold out here. Can’t we go inside?

Altair: I like the rain. The darkness, the thunder, the sudden flashes of light–it’s all so dramatic.

Foxglove: Is that why you’re wearing all that black?

Altair: I’m trying something different.

Foxglove: Black is a dangerous color…

Clover: Why do men suck so bad?

Altair: I wish I knew.

Clover: We should just become lesbians. It would be less complicated.

Altair: Clove, you literally carry around a picture of Dates Juiceton in his The Rock Candy uniform in your purse for “in case of emergency.” I don’t think you could be a lesbian if you tried.

Clover: How dare you use my love of The Rock Candy against me.

Altair: I know you’re right…

Clover: Do you think you’re going to try and talk with him again?

Altair: No. I don’t think so. If it was new, then maybe I could look past it. But it wasn’t it was years… and something like this? My father could go to jail. He may be a berryhole but he’s the berryhole that raised me. You can’t hide things like that.

Clover: You’re right… do you need Provence to stay with me for a few days while you process?

Altair: That would be great… she’s already had to see me such a mess so much. It would be nice if all of her memories weren’t of me as a total mess.