Jack Benjamin:
Even without him denouncing the king, and with his brother's head on the chop, he won't stay. Either way, I'm rid of him.
Katrina Ghent:
Only at the cost of tar on your soul.
Jack Benjamin:
Don't you worry about my immortal soul; it's been starved. Maybe you want to feed it, or lecture me sternly, somewhere private?
[
she gets up to leave]
Jack Benjamin:
You, of all people - judging me?
Katrina Ghent:
Well, that can't tell good when someone like *me* won't even have you.
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