- Byron and Sorcha (C)

Byron: ...

Sorcha: ...

Byron: So what's your deal, following me about?

Sorcha: Bah, bugger off, ya wanker. You're perfectly fine letting that bullock Vee-dar tail ya like a lost pup.

Byron: That's because he's a friend. You are an acquaintance at best.

Sorcha: What's the bloody difference? We been in the same room for the past few years!

Byron: Vidar's someone I can trust not to stab my back. Anyone else not him, is a potential bounty.

Sorcha: Oi, I ain't got nuthin' to hide, ya know. No need to sleep one eye open around me.

Byron: I wish that were the case, but as of now, you're a convenience. I need absolute assurance in order to ensure I'll live tomorrow. Do not mistake my boredom for suicidal need for constant excitement.

Sorcha: ... Yer bloody impossible to read, ya know. What are ye for really?

Byron: So it has been said by many more than you. I'll leave you with this though; I don't fundamentally trust anyone. Only Vidar is worthy of my time because he's pure, and in turn, he understands that I'm obligated to return the favor to make sure that he lives pure. For now, leave me be.

*Byron walks away*

Sorcha: ... Bloody 'ell, I just wanna be his friend like he is. What's stuck up his arse anyway? Bah, to hell with it.

*Sorcha runs towards Byron's direction before stopping to cup her hands around her mouth*

Sorcha: HOPE YA SLIP AND FALL, YA BLOODY PIPER!