i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
It'd have to be gold and covered in rubies. [ She never stops. ]
All right, I think I've accepted what must be done.
[ If their offer doesn't work, then she'll have to die. It's not the first time she's seen death, but something about their situation tugs at her mind. Her eyes fall back on the untouched knife in the room. ]
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All right, I think I've accepted what must be done.
[ If their offer doesn't work, then she'll have to die. It's not the first time she's seen death, but something about their situation tugs at her mind. Her eyes fall back on the untouched knife in the room. ]
Will I have to do it myself?