Maldor (breaking his silence softly)
No, Fana, my master dreams of edged subtleties.
Sobe
Make them simple with your telling, Maldor.
Maldor
My master is weary of ordinary effects. He has watched too many frenzied struggles. No longer do they intrigue him. He yearns for something elaborate. He has dreamed of more fragile tortures. The poison he will give you brings no pain, but the beauty it creates within you will sharpen to madness your desire to live, and my master will sit and look into your eyes.
Sobe
Have you finished, Maldor?
Maldor
Yes.