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TRISTAN
Mother? (realises what hes done) Oh Mother, I’m so- I’m so sorry. Are-are you alright?
YVAINE
No, I’m not- I’m not and I’m not your mother so get off me!
TRISTAN
YVAINE
TRISTAN
(sheepishly smiles) No… sorry. (they separate) well are you okay? Do you want some help?
YVAINE
TRISTAN
Alright. (he turns to survey where he’s landed) Oh my god. ‘light the candle and think of me’
I was, I was thinking of my mothe- but then Victoria, and the star just popped into my- (he
looks around for the star on the ground) Oh excuse me, uh ma- madam, sorry uhm this may
seem strange but have you seen a fallen star anywhere?
YVAINE
TRISTAN
YVAINE
Yeah this is where it fell. Or if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird
bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens where it was
minding its own business. And over there is where it landed. And right here, this is where it
got hit by a magical, flying moron.
TRISTAN
You’re the star. You’re the star? Really? Haha oh wow I’m sorry I- I had no idea you’d be a
haha- oh uhm may I just say in advance, that I am sorry.
YVAINE
TRISTAN
For this. (he chains her wrist) Now if I’m not mistaken, this means you have to come with
me. See you’re going to be a birthday gift for Victoria, my true love.
YVAINE
Ha- but of course, nothing says romance like the gift of a kidnapped, injured woman. I’m not
going anywhere with you.