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[spies]

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[consents]

it's the onlu choice. you're engages

[Urgh. Okay, time to find a fresh bottle. Hold please, caller.]

You and Isolde are going to be married. It doesn't matter if it's- Shit. [Unintelligible muttering] It doesn't matter if it's real behind the scenes or not, you'll still be Mr and Mrs Trevena. I can't be a part of that.

[Yes, he has indeed found the speech to text option. So much easier to keep drinking when he has both hands free.]

[spies]

The wedding will be held at St. Patrick's Cathedral, not Saltburnt Manor.

By all accounts, we're not even in the same dimension as the one where our marriage will be recorded.

[consents]

You don't get it. How could you.

[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]

I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.

I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.

[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]

So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.

[spies]

I understand more than you think.

This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.

[consents]

No it's not. It's just prolonging the inevitable. You and Isolde.

You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.