[Benjamin has been dead inside all this week. But seeing Antonio so broken... A switch gently flips, and not the bright white anger that's lit him up intermittently during the trial.
Now that Varian has the rag, Benjamin moves over to the pile of flailing limbs, and he just.
Grabs Antonio's wrists, holding him fast.]
Antonio. My friend, look at me. I understand what you're feeling-
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Now that Varian has the rag, Benjamin moves over to the pile of flailing limbs, and he just.
Grabs Antonio's wrists, holding him fast.]
Antonio. My friend, look at me. I understand what you're feeling-