Confidential
(c) Y. Ruzhytska
9.
WOGNIAN
Nila lives in the new world, the
world neither of us deserve. She
made me a better man, she made me
appreaciate the beauty of the
silence and peace, happiness in
small daily things I thought I'd
never think of after the battles. I
am who I am today thanks to her.
He locks eyes with Swarg who looks back determinedly.
Wognian's fist clenches.
WOGNIAN (CONT'D)
And she will remain this way. Let
her live a normal life. That's all
I ask.
Swarg scoffs, leaning over the balcony rail.
SWARG
The war was way easier.
Wognian shakes his head in disagreement, his hands clasped
behind his back in deep thought, as he stands beside his
friend. His dark face expression is a stark contrast to the
cold and collected Swarg.
WOGNIAN
I wish it never happened in the
first place.
SWARG
Then we'd never become the noblemen
we are today.
Wognian reluctantly nods. Then he places a hand on Swarg's
shoulder, his smile and tone somewhat ominous, despite the
small smile.
WOGNIAN
You are my best friend, Swarg. We
both know that. But if someone
hurts Neonila they're dead.
Yourself included.
His hand squeezes Swarg's shoulder, emphasizing the threat.
SWARG
If you live long enough to see to
that.
A brief moment of silence passes before Wognian bursts out
laughing with Swarg briefly joining him. Unbeknownst to
them, behind their backs, below the balcony they stand on,
Neonila is following the stranger...