[As if shaken from a trance, Richard glances over a shoulder at the figure behind him. Dito’s boyish features earn him a dismissive look—presumptuous, perhaps, from someone whose own appearance is a red herring. But the newcomer’s impertinent words serve as a useful reminder that Richard currently possesses neither respect nor authority in these lands. And maybe it’s better that way...even if this stranger's accusation is uncouth.]
And who are you to suggest my time is not my own?
[Richard indulges in one last study of the sculpture, mournful longing dark on his brow. Then he twists away to face Dito fully, taking a moment to retrieve his gauntlet from the ground and slide it back on.]
Someone learned, at least.
[The curse that befell Oedipus the King…yes, there are some parallels, Richard supposes. Self-fulfilling prophecy doomed them both.]
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And who are you to suggest my time is not my own?
[Richard indulges in one last study of the sculpture, mournful longing dark on his brow. Then he twists away to face Dito fully, taking a moment to retrieve his gauntlet from the ground and slide it back on.]
Someone learned, at least.
[The curse that befell Oedipus the King…yes, there are some parallels, Richard supposes. Self-fulfilling prophecy doomed them both.]