*Preparing for Palamedes Stoning
*Odysseus is rambling about something or the other*
*Diomedes looks towards Palamedes
-He was dead the moment he arrived on your shores. No. Oh no. Poor man, he was dead the moment he was considered to bring you to the war effort.
-Odysseus. When will you kill me?
-Early apologizes, I see. When will I meet my end, disgraced, bleeding at your feet?Â
-Mad enough to understand you.Â
-When you have become so insignificant, such a pathetic person. No more than a man, less than a dog. A shell of a once powerful man. I will tell you. And then, then I will ruin you. Because you became but an empty shell of maggots and death; nothing behind those eyes, nothing meaningful coming out of your mouth. You would have become so foolish. If you try to screw me, I might add. Crossing me, as you and I have seen, is the worst mistake man has made since men were made. I will tell you Diomedes. You would have become so dull that when I ruin you, you wouldn’t know. There. Happy?
-Are you not going to respond in kind? Diomedes, don’t tell me that head of yours is-
-You love talking, do you ever shut up?Â
-If asked nicely. And given something special to earn my silence.
-I do. Have something, an idea of what I'd do.
-Hm. Fine. Odysseus, in the time I’ve known you, I have observed your love for games, tricks, schemes, machinations and the like.
-Hush. I will ruin your games. Tear your silks, shatter your masks, crash your festivities. I will slow down my pace, always two steps behind you, and I will drag you down. I will ruin your games, Odysseus. I will rip back the layers, peel the curtains, pray to Apollo to shine his light to expose for who you truly are. Who you are, what you are, I have no clue. But you must be dreadfully disgusting to hide behind those masks of yours. Ones that I am starting to differentiate and mark down into memory and notice.Â
-Quiet, an interesting look on you.
*Palamedes screams fill the background.
-Promise it. Diomedes, swear it to me.
-Your face, unabashed, naked.Â
-You’re the monster and the most beautiful creature, Diomedes.
-The poison and the remedy, all the same, Odysseus.
-All the security I lack, and all the danger I crave.
-Somehow constant, even though you are ever changing.
-Delectable, tasting of the most beautiful wine with the sharpest after bite.
-Uncomely, vile you are, Odysseus. And the most beautiful, perfect example of magnificent I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
-I never stood a chance against you.
-And it would still be true, even with your poison down my throat.
-Poison you would let me feed you, because for some reason, you choose the option of suffering.
-Projecting your traits on me isn’t a good look.
-I would. Let you. He didn’t stand a chance.
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