Prose: Something feels off.
Blaze: You checked the area before we all went to bed, didn’t you?
Prose: Of course I did.
Blaze: Then there’s nothing to worry about.
Prose: Doesn’t it seem almost… too quiet?
Blaze: So you don’t hear anything. What about scents? Anything strange?
Prose: No… but…
Blaze: There’s nothing to worry about then, is there?
Prose: Blaze, are you still awake?
Blaze: [groggy] I’m not sleeping… you’re sleeping.
Eilif: I had desired for this to be done with quickly, but that fool couldn’t deal with such a simple task.
Fable: What do you propose we do?
Eilif: I think it’s time I send someone far more competent to deal with this matter. Are you up for the job, my loyal servant?
Fable: Consider it as good as done.
Fable: Isn’t there already a rebellion?
Eilif: Please. Blaze Turq and his band of misfits pose no threat to me. If they have the girl, on the other hand, that is when they become dangerous.
Fable: Do we even know if she is really that powerful? All we have to on are rumors at this point. There is nothing to say that she will be able to defeat our armies.
Eilif: Have you not been listening? Her powers on her own mean very little. It’s what she represents. Ideas are a powerful thing. We cannot let word of her existence spread farther than it already has.
Fable: A simple yet effective strategy.
Eilif: For now. There is one thing that can unravel all of that I have worked so hard to build.
Fable: And that would be?
Eilif: Hope, my dear. Caught early enough it can be harmless, but if not dealt with quickly it spreads like a disease infecting everyone around. When people feel hope they feel powerful. When they feel powerful they rebel.
Fable: What is so important about this girl, anyway?
Eilif: How do you think I have stayed in power as long as I have, Fable?
Fable: Superior leadership abilities?
Eilif: [laughs] Fear. I’ve kept power this long because I have all of Millhaven quivering at my feet. The fear of what I will do to them if they dare step a toe out of a line keeps them in check.
Eilif: Are you here to report on Shade’s recovery?
Fable: He is still resting underground, I am afraid.
Eilif: He can stay there for eternity as far as I concerned. That incompetent fool, he couldn’t even confirm whether or not the rebellion has gotten their hands on the girl or not. The longer he stays there the less I have to deal with him and his insufferable ego.
Flora: It may be idealistic but I promise you I will make this world a place where you and Virtue can be happy together.
Pantomime: Guess we better get back to training then.
Flora: What? Ugh.
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Flora: A world where loving someone puts them in a danger isn’t a world I want to live in.
Pantomime: Sorry kid, it’s the world we’re stuck with. It’s not going to change just because some young idealist comes along and wishes things could be different.
Flora: It can be done. I’m going to join the rebellion and take down Eilif Puck.
Pantomime: Flora, stop. She can’t know.
Flora: Why not? If you love someone you should be with them.
Pantomime: People like me don’t get happy endings, Flora.
Flora: That’s stupid. Everyone deserves to be happy.
Pantomime: Do you know how many people have died by my hands? So many that I’ve lost count.
Flora: Wasn’t that all during the fall? That was war. I’m sure she’ll–
Pantomime: War or not, I’ve done a lot of horrible things, to both sides of the fight. People remember that. Do you think they care whether or not it was during the war? There are some out there that are looking for reasons to cause me as much pain as they possibly can.
Flora: Like Eilif Puck?
Pantomime: The moment that this becomes more than a locked up dream inside of my head is the moment is the moment it becomes her death sentence.
Pantomime: T̴h̶a̶t̵’̶s̷ ̵e̴x̷a̷c̴t̷l̵y̷ ̸t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̷r̶e̸a̸s̷o̶n̶ ̴w̷h̴y̸ ̸I̵ ̴c̸a̴n̴’̶t̶ ̷s̵t̶a̷y̵.̴
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