LOCKE
He's what's wrong. Can't she see that? He wants too much, takes too much. Her heart is too big but he wants all of it. She said he could have it but is that fair to her? She's so young. He keeps the table between them, his heart racing in his chest. He wishes he could shift, could run from her but he can't. She'd just be waiting for him when he came back. Maybe. Maybe she would leave if he ran. That'd be for the best.
"I told you, leave. Go run your brothel." It's more important than he is. She doesn't have to make the choice, he's already done it for her. He's not even sure he can articulate what's wrong. It's too many things at once. Does one name every single blade of straw? He's not sure he can. Part of it is insecurity, another jealousy, another fear, another regret. "I'll be fine." Except that he won't. She doesn't need to see that though.
"I told you, leave. Go run your brothel." It's more important than he is. She doesn't have to make the choice, he's already done it for her. He's not even sure he can articulate what's wrong. It's too many things at once. Does one name every single blade of straw? He's not sure he can. Part of it is insecurity, another jealousy, another fear, another regret. "I'll be fine." Except that he won't. She doesn't need to see that though.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
