[Farrah's not afraid of Maya. Not even if she had come with her sword. In fact, she's not even aware of Maya passing off her sword, not with her eyes so full of tears, not with the way Benji's cradling her--
At least he's gotten her to drop the knife. She's barely aware of Maya's words. But she's not afraid of Maya hurting her. She's already died. She's already lost it all. What's left to happen to her?
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At least he's gotten her to drop the knife. She's barely aware of Maya's words. But she's not afraid of Maya hurting her. She's already died. She's already lost it all. What's left to happen to her?
She manages to speak, her voice quivering.]
J-just no more-- No Mozart. Please.