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BETHELA: Poor boy …
YANORA: “Poor boy?”
YANORA: That “poor boy” conspired with the Urtts, gleefully embraced treason, attempted to kill the Erogenian princess as well as his own brother - the king of Kivalia! To say nothing of landing me unjustly in this bloody jail!
YANORA: He is a traitor, Bethela, and whatever hand Kendrik and I played in warping him, that name belongs to him alone. And now, after refusing twice my offer to help the ungrateful little moron climb out of the pit he eagerly dug with his own hands, he will surely die a traitor’s death, or worse.
YANORA: Or perhaps we will, eh,? If our plans fall through, which they very well may: The forces against us are colossal, and my son has helped make absolutely everything worse. “Poor boy”, indeed. My ... poor boy ...