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Felix: *Inconsolable crying*
Prospero: What ist that upset thee
Felix: The light of my life, my only joy *sniffles* the only being that made the world turn *voice breaking* my Miranda has died.
Prospero: Lol, Mine has notith.
Felix: *Shouting* What evil being has overtaken you so that you would mock me in my misery? Kick me when I'm on the ground?
Prospero: *Also shouting* Mine own self! You knoweth nothing of misery. Mine own brethren betrayed me, locking mine self in a prison of comfort, caging me with mine studies and robbing me of my dukedom! His epilogue being that of my studies. Cast away from civilisation with naught but mine own child.
Felix: Pr-Prospero? I've never considered your grief in such a manner. I am touched.
Prospero: Pray thee, perchance we can makest through such dark nights with each owns comforts.
Felix: We can battle our tempest together!
*They embrace*
-The End-
