Act II Chapter II+
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CHELILA: …Thanks.
CHELILA: You know, calling me that kinda irks me. We’re not even blood relatives.
ZARIFEN: I know, I know.
ZARIFEN: About just now. You were holding up quite nicely until the endgame.
ZARIFEN: The most important thing is to keep your emotions in check.
CHELILA: Oh my god not another stupid chess pun.
ZARIFEN: Okay that one was unintentional.
ZARIFEN: Youre not bad, you know.
CHELILA: I know, dork.
CHELILA: Okay, I kinda lost it back there. I apologize.
ZARIFEN: No need. Anything to avoid your slavery trauma.
CHELILA: Don’t mention that.
ZARIFEN: Shit.
ZARIFEN: You sure youre still good?
CHELILA: Ugh. Honestly you can be so stupid sometimes.
CHELILA: Yes, I’m okay. Whatever you say, king.
ZARIFEN: Was that a chess pun?
CHELILA: Wow, I wonder if it was.
ZARIFEN: Aww, you know what I like so well. Not like you can read my mind or anything.
CHELILA: ;)
ZARIFEN: Tomorrow again?
CHELILA: Like I have anything better to do anyway.
CHELILA: But I’m playing white next time.
ZARIFEN: Youre better at black, though.
CHELILA: Yeah, but you just suck at playing black.
CHELILA: Your ego doesn’t admit it but your brain knows it for a fact.
CHELILA: I just didn’t want to be the one to tell you. :)
ZARIFEN: Screw off.