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Quentin Smith, 23

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[seaboard]

[ The answer is hardly a surprise. ]

Always.

[pharmacy]

And telling him you forgive him?

[seaboard]

[ She has to think on that for a long time. ]

No, no I do not think I have.

I do not know if I have, at all.

[pharmacy]

Do you? Forgive him, I mean.

[seaboard]

I... I don't know.

[ She has to think, for a long time on that. ]

He did... he did something very, very bad, and... and a lot of people have been hurt. [ More and more she realised how it had all spun so far out of control. ]

... But I think most of all I wish selfishly, that he had not done it, because then I never would have been Queen. It is easier to be a disappointment when no one thinks much of you. I could have been in a Nunnery, devoting my life in prayer and readings, I could have been married, with children of my own by now.

Now I am Queen, and every day is misery, and... and if he had not...

[pharmacy]

Tell him that. Tell him you don't want to be Queen. Tell him anything in the dream that he hasn't heard. Maybe that's something you need to get out of your head. Put it to rest with him. You can't change the past. Worrying about the people stuck there...it's no good, Gil.

[seaboard]

[ She chews on her lip, long and unsure, thinking it through. ]

I... I shall try it, if it comes to me next.

[ If her fear would release her long enough to let her speak at all. ]

[pharmacy]

Tell me how that goes. Don't--don't let him control your dreams, too.

[seaboard]

... Thank you.

And... thank you for listening, to me.

[ It went unsaid, how much she never admitted to anything that hurt her. ]

[pharmacy]

Any time. You know you've got me.