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… [Ken shifts over and looks up. Rubs his eyes. He looks somewhat terrified, but in a resigned way. It's the fear of the known rather than the unknown.]
… Leave me alone.
[He waits for an answer - he doesn't expect one, but wait he does - then continues.]
I thought I made this clear the first time. I don't want your power. I don't want anything you're offering. Or selling. Or donating. I'm not sad, or alone. [his hands grip onto his sheets as he glares into the gloom.] I'm definitely not responsible for my brother's legacy, so you can count that out. I'm not playing your game anymore.
… Do you understand? Nothing you could say could bring me back. Nothing. I'm not your toy. I am definitely not your tool. [his voice gets more biting.] So quit it. Stop giving me what I don't need. You can have it. [his voice raises.] I'm not going to become your emperor, and I won't go back to your world. So drop it. Go back where you came from. [a light pause.] Or kill me, if that's what's going to make you happy. I'm just getting sick and tired of trying to ignore you. So do whatever it is you want, then get out.
[a pause. eventually, you can hear him rustle back under the sheets and the light sound of him breathing.]