[Salieri has paled at the sight of the script. Mozart must have been important - a friend? And enemy? Something else? Whoever he was, this man is in danger.]
Salieri?
[He's shaking, something it wrong. It's clear in his distant eyes. Angus reaches out for for the script, freezes, then retracts it.]
Ser Antonio? Are you well? Should I take it away? [Keeping eyes locked, Angus tugs on his shirt, towards a bench.] You should sit down.
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[Salieri has paled at the sight of the script. Mozart must have been important - a friend? And enemy? Something else? Whoever he was, this man is in danger.]
Salieri?
[He's shaking, something it wrong. It's clear in his distant eyes. Angus reaches out for for the script, freezes, then retracts it.]
Ser Antonio? Are you well? Should I take it away? [Keeping eyes locked, Angus tugs on his shirt, towards a bench.] You should sit down.