Brutus: Oh, I know that my end is near and that death is the only honrable option. However I fear that which followes and the pain that will bridge it.
Clitus: Oh my lord recent tragedies have captured your mind and throwon it into its darkest depths. Do not allow such grim thoughts to trouble you
Brutus: Clitus I apreciate your sympathies however I know that I am in a cornoer from which their is only honrable escape and dishonrable capture. Yet I still fear death for the terrible pain of it.
Clitus: Do not be so hard on yourself, there is always another way. Search your mind for it
Brutus: Do not presume to instruct me about the depths of my mind! I apologize for my shouting. I am a condemed man whos desperation is showing in my words...
Oh good Clitus I have thought of a solution. It is not death that I fear but the bridge to death, and the pain that most fell when they cross this bridge. The honor is in the death and the world cares not for how it occurs. Is there still honor in this? Of course not however all men are cowards and one other does not matter. Clitus...
Clitus: Yes my lord?
Brutus: upon my death you shall become free however before you are released I have one final favor that I need of thee, Go out and fetch the root of the hemlock that is like parsely.
Clitus: Uh... Yes my lord
Brutus: Oh good Clitus I see youy have returned, After I die I dont want to be remebered as the coward that I am. I want your oath that in exchange for youre freedom that you will mark me with this dagger after life is gone from me.
Clitus: Yes my lord, the world will remember you as the brave man who you wish you where.
-- Duke Leto
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