Inheritance
[action, Makeout Point]
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff. Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see. Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]
Alright. I'll humor you. What do you want me to say? That he should have saved you? That's reaching a bit, isn't it?
You know there was nothing that could have been done. You chose to die. You practically broke his heart; you know he had something of a mental breakdown afterwards? But it was the only sensible decision. Better to accept the natural order of things and go quietly. We all know how happy Albert is.
Yes... It was the right choice. Even if it meant losing what should have been the happiest years of your life. Even if it meant giving me up. I do wonder if you'd be pleased to see that I've become exactly what you'd hoped I could avoid.
...Did you want more of a reaction? You're doing a pitiful job of provocation. We had our time together. We had as much time as we were meant to have. Whoever you're supposed to be...
[And Susan, with a grim expression, draws her Grandfather's sword from its scabbard and turns to face her delusion.]
You're not Mort.
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff. Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see. Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]
Alright. I'll humor you. What do you want me to say? That he should have saved you? That's reaching a bit, isn't it?
You know there was nothing that could have been done. You chose to die. You practically broke his heart; you know he had something of a mental breakdown afterwards? But it was the only sensible decision. Better to accept the natural order of things and go quietly. We all know how happy Albert is.
Yes... It was the right choice. Even if it meant losing what should have been the happiest years of your life. Even if it meant giving me up. I do wonder if you'd be pleased to see that I've become exactly what you'd hoped I could avoid.
...Did you want more of a reaction? You're doing a pitiful job of provocation. We had our time together. We had as much time as we were meant to have. Whoever you're supposed to be...
[And Susan, with a grim expression, draws her Grandfather's sword from its scabbard and turns to face her delusion.]
You're not Mort.