[She takes a breath, and wipes her hands roughly over her eyes. She's a mess - bruised, filthy, crying... and yet here Nero is, still talking to her. Still wanting to be with her.
She takes a minute or so to calm herself. What's the use in crying anyway? No one cares. No one listens. No one except Nero, and he insights her to murder.]
Better they lose a life than me though, no? I don't want to be executed. I don't want my death to hurt. And they are old, and me, younger. They've had a life. And Amos, already he murders. What is one more to him?
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[She takes a breath, and wipes her hands roughly over her eyes. She's a mess - bruised, filthy, crying... and yet here Nero is, still talking to her. Still wanting to be with her.
She takes a minute or so to calm herself. What's the use in crying anyway? No one cares. No one listens. No one except Nero, and he insights her to murder.]
Better they lose a life than me though, no? I don't want to be executed. I don't want my death to hurt. And they are old, and me, younger. They've had a life. And Amos, already he murders. What is one more to him?