Kings2009

Jack Benjamin:
Even without him denouncing the king, and with his brother's head on the chop, he won't stay. Either way, I'm rid of him.

Katrina Ghent:
Only at the cost of tar on your soul.

Jack Benjamin:
Don't you worry about my immortal soul; it's been starved. Maybe you want to feed it, or lecture me sternly, somewhere private?

[she gets up to leave]

Jack Benjamin:
You, of all people - judging me?

Katrina Ghent:
Well, that can't tell good when someone like *me* won't even have you.