#S'veyk agrees to killing Ehergha if he asks but implores him not to be too hasty in his asking

[bumblingbabooshka]

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[Ehergha is visibly upset about something. He takes a deep breath. As he exhales, someone speaks offscreen.] S'veyk: Would you like to be alone? Ehergha: [Still upset] Stay. [S'veyk hands him a cup of tea] Ehergha: You're too kind to me. S'veyk: You told me there's no such thing - with regards to love. [Ehergha takes her hand and presses it to his lips. He stares at her, his gaze intense. S'veyk looks at their hands.] Ehergha: Do you love me? S'veyk: Is it important you hear...? Ehergha: [Resolute, needing] Yes. S'veyk: [Easily, privately] I love you, Ehergha. Truly. [She draws him closer, wrapping her arms around him, and sings as he begins to cry] Ehergha's Poem: The fury of my hatred! You who calls my mourning barbaric. My brother's name doesn't fit on your tongue. It is not worthy of it. It cannot hold the weight of such a name. You, the one who held my wrist - who tried to keep my blade from my brother's throat. Who are you? What is your name? Identify yourself. I will see if I can stand to speak it. Let your dead rot. Let them disappear. What do I care? I sent my brother to sto-vo-kor. I sent him with my blade. The only thing that marred it was your blood. Early & Exclusive access to my art: X