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Wanda looks up and away, giving a long-suffering look.|||
Wanda Firebaugh: Understand.
Stanley and I are only minor actors, in service to a greater destiny. I know this.
And he is at least dimly aware.
Sound Effect: *roll*
A bird's-eye view of Wanda, Jillian, and their forces. Perhaps our best view so far of the city, it is circular with ordered streets; mostly rectangular buildings, except for one ring-shaped structure and one shaped like a forked branch; a park is nestled into one area, dominated by a central pond but also boasting several trees and a gazebo or platform.|||
Jillian rubs her chin thoughtfully while resting her sword across her saddle. Wanda looks on.|||
Wanda lowers her eyebrows, looking impatient or frustrated.|||
Queen Jillian Zamussels: Um. Wanda, what if...
What if told you it's all okay?
You can turn now, without betraying your mission or your Fate or whatever you want to call it.
Wanda's hair is visible in the foreground as Jillian slumps her shoulders, looking down.|||
Wanda sits straight up like a rod, while Jillian leans over and waves her left hand, her right still gripping the hilt of the sword laid in front of her.|||
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