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Jillian's gargantuan sword looms large in the foreground as she rides her megalogwiff up towards a pure white sun in the blue sky pocked with fluffy white clouds; below the green verdant land stretches away. In front of her, Wanda's red dwagon pulls up, looking at her over its right shoulder so Wanda can address her directly.|||
Wanda Firebaugh: He is leading the ground forces.
If you'd care to surrender, I can certainly arrange to reunite you.
Queen Jillian Zamussels: Wanda... Look.
What happened in the field...
You took that way too hard, alright?
You forced me to choose between you and him.
I don't like to choose.
Extreme closeup on Wanda's face, looking controlled but slightly pained.|||
Closeup on Jillian with a good view of the rolling hills beyond. She has her right hand extended, palm up, fingers curled claw-like, and her mouth opens wide as she raises her voice in frustration.|||
Queen Jillian Zamussels: That doesn't mean I don't...
Y'know, care about you!
It doesn't mean we mean nothing.
Why do you think I came back for you?!
Their mounts pressed against each other, side to side, pointed in opposite directions, Wanda and Jillian regard each other in silence.|||
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Extreme closeup on Jillian's profile, head tilted up, mouth pulled tight under her nose as she looks sidelong from her right eye at Wanda.|||