Go to your grave this way, if you will. Perhaps this is what you mean to fight, and I cannot tell you not to fight for your life. But I have nothing more to say as long as all your words will be false.
[ Although she's looked calm and collected up until this point, this seems to shock her, and her expression splinters, and then it cracks. When her hand is returned to her, she takes a step back, and then another, and then abruptly she turns, looking numb and on the precipice of some other emotion that is impossible to discern.
[She's obviously going through something painful, and so is he, but he doesn't interrupt her. He'll let her hand go and allow her to recollect herself as much as she needs to.]
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[He looks away, expression somewhat pained.]
Go to your grave this way, if you will. Perhaps this is what you mean to fight, and I cannot tell you not to fight for your life. But I have nothing more to say as long as all your words will be false.
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Then she lets him go, and stands back. ]
My nation is one that has been plagued by war for all of its history... What sort of heir would I be if I did not know when to withdraw?
[ She bows- not just to him, but to everyone. ]
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Once she completes her bow, he will take her hand and kiss it.]
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And that's it. ]
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