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*Lies on the cot and stares at the ceiling, having turned the television off.*
Bloody machine wouldn't bloody shut up about it. Mother, mother, mother. All the bleedin' day long. Just about smashed it, but then no more Passions.
Not like she hasn't been in my head. Sweet little mother, so frail. Only one who ever appreciated my poetry.
I feel you near, Princess. In the dark, wild and untamed. Utterly lost to me.
*Closes his eyes.*
In the end betrayed by both. Or by yourself. Can't pick a side, can you, William? Thought you had, but then she locked you in the buggerin' basement! No, no, you can't go near her, you'll destroy her, too.
Dust to dust. Happy now, Mother?
Bloody machine wouldn't bloody shut up about it. Mother, mother, mother. All the bleedin' day long. Just about smashed it, but then no more Passions.
Not like she hasn't been in my head. Sweet little mother, so frail. Only one who ever appreciated my poetry.
I feel you near, Princess. In the dark, wild and untamed. Utterly lost to me.
*Closes his eyes.*
In the end betrayed by both. Or by yourself. Can't pick a side, can you, William? Thought you had, but then she locked you in the buggerin' basement! No, no, you can't go near her, you'll destroy her, too.
Dust to dust. Happy now, Mother?