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I ask you dearest brother, be not wroth.
I rue not my own death, though I regret
To leave you to outlive your siblings both
And task you with our vengeance longer yet.
My daughters, though you grieve now, have a choice:
To share your uncle's burden of revenge
Or turn again to things that bring you joy.
Your lives, as ever, are your own -- so then
'Tis not for me to say which one is right.
And finally, Ellaria, the years
Spent in your company were a delight,
A wise decision if my life ends here.
My sister Elia, so long deceased,
I join you in your torment -- or your peace.