Adler mansion rooftop – night breeze sharp, city glowing below. Georgie May Adler stands alone, a glass of whiskey in hand. Her expression is unreadable. Ethan Aviel steps out of the shadows.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
You disappeared.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
I needed air. And silence.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Steps closer)
You got both. But not peace.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Drinks, voice cold)
He sat at my table. Ate my food. Wore my crest. And all the while, he sold pieces of me to the enemy.
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