[As a matter of fact, Macbeth happens to be down by the lake. He stands out quite a bit in that black longcoat of his. At the moment he doesn't seem to notice that there's someone else around, due to having been there for awhile now. He doesn't seem to be doing much of anything, just standing on the bank and staring at the frozen ice.]
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[He laughs.] No, lass. She's anything but a woman I'd miss.
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[She tilts her head, a little grin forming.] Well that's a difference from the usual story right there, isn't it?
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So it is. But there was once a time I did call her friend. Does that make it sound more familiar?
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Betrayal? Yeah, that's an old one. Sorry to hear it.
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It's a story I had my own part in making. I've come to accept that.
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Mmm. Well, good luck with the end then. Hope it's satisfying when you get to it.
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Aye. I hope so, lass. I truly do.
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