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