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GUDIK: … No. I can’t. It’s impossible at this point.
TETHIK: You must!
GUDIK: Tethik, I make a lot of allowances for you, but don’t you dare ever tell me what the king “must” do.
TETHIK: Then don’t listen to me. Listen to your own common sense. I know it’s in there, buried somewhere under your thick-headed arrogance.
TETHIK: If you don’t leave off this folly now, Kivalia and Erogenia may very well fall to the Urtts. A thousand years of history, all we’ve built will be razed by the enemy to make their own hellscape in Shuach’s image. Then what a nice little petty kingdom you will have here in Greymouth to defend against our enemy that’s stronger than ever!
GUDIK: How am I supposed to do it!? You understand I’ve spent the better part of a year making dead corpses and live enemies of these people. You think they’ll let me just walk away?
Shall we just say, “Oh, sorry - this is Greymouth? We thought it was Greenmouth! Our mistake. Have to pop off now. You don’t mind tidying up for us, do you? There’s a good chap!”
YANORA: Really, dear, it’s not the time to try to be witty.
GUDIK: Mother -
YANORA: And fail.
GUDIK: You see? This is why I’d rather be at war than at home.