Jane Carnall
"I thought it would be different..."
"Thunderstorms. Climactic background music. Sean Connery."
"Eh?"
"Never mind. You probably haven't even seen Casablanca. What were you expecting?"
"Something. Anything. Not this."
"Oh, I don't know... It's a nice day. A good day to die."
"I never thought I'd hear you say that."
"But you must have known it would come."
"I always thought..."
"...it would be different?"
"I never thought it would be you and me."
"I've lived a long time. In all that time, you were the best I'd ever seen. I'm glad it's you and me."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"...the alternative is unthinkable?"
"You always steal my lines."
"You always repeat yourself."
"Not any more."
"Why?"
"That's how it is. In the end, there can be only one."
"So... we fight?"
"Oh, forget it. You know I'm not your match. I can't fight you. I might just as well stand still and let you take my head."
"No."
"You'd rather I fought you? Sorry, not my style."
"I can't do it."
"Of course you can. Nothing easier. Raise your sword, here's my neck."
"I can't - "
"Oh dear. Then I must."
"No, you - "
"Oh, yes."
"N---"
=@=@=
"A man can't cut off his own head, MacLeod. But in your case... well, a man might try."
End
"You're not listening to me. I don't want a tombstone."
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