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So say we all.

*smiles slightly*

I think... I think I might retire from the stage.
Or at least call in sick for New Years.

Retire? Remember who you are, Maggie-beauty...

What the world do without you?

*frowns softly*
I know... it's just...

I'm to old to be working with all off the children in the theater, I'm a relic.

How are you doing Nate?

*listening to her and then laughs very softly; walking away from her but only a few steps- oddly acting like he did in their glory days- always in arm's reach and a little too dismissive to be truly Nathan*

Doesn't that sound nice? Running away. Chasing mornings. *teasing voice almost a hop in his step* Free the ties that bind, from the duty and the obligations-

Because you know, if you leave you're going to leave someone in the dark. Like she did. But what do you care?

You're going to find that perfect fucking shade of purple...of blue...and it doesn't matter if those you left behind weren't ready to lose you. Or if, they wanted to come and just stumbled on the path because hey- your off doing what you always said you would and there is nothing more important then that morning- is there?

*turns back and looks at her and then laughs a bit* ...I'm sorry. I might be projecting a bit. I can never tell.

*listening, concern etching it's way across her face*

Nathan- whats wrong?

I wont be leaving the theater, I still have work- I'll just perform for Rotti instead of everyone with a ticket.

Are you okay?

You know he won't allow that.

*...*

It would just be for the spring season.
I'm tired Nate- you havn't been here for the last 16 years... I'm tired of the theater.

*laughs at the measure of time he's been gone*

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. It's not my place.

*frowns*

It really isn't- You've been busy raising your daughter, being a doctor... living.

I have been babysitting studpid children who are half knocked up on zydrate and going under the knife every other day.

*doesn't say anything for a long time*

Wow. I never knew. It's...a terrible burden you've had all these years. I don't know how you...

*staring at her- telling himself he has nothing left to say, nothing more to offer* Mag, don't challenge Rotti.

*frowns and sighs*
Nathan... Nate- I'm just tired, I'm sorry... I realized I was spending my 'vacation' working- I just need real time away. Thats all.

Hopefuly he wont mind.

*swallows* It's not my place. I don't care.

Just... *sighs* We're miles away from Camelot. Aren't we?

I'm sorry. You shouldn't.

*frowns* Miles... Rotti said you were going to be at the next press confrence though? Are you really going to be there?

*quietly* I'm leaving, Mag.

What do you mean? Leaving?

for vacation or... the company?
If he wouldn't let me leave, I doubt he'd be as accomidating for you

*looking down*

I've... I don't care anymore.

*steps forward, slowly*

Nate- I... I don't know what your contract with him is like- but if it is anything like mine... if it's half as sevear as mine.

You should care.

What can he do to me?

*looks over, and chuckles* You shouldn't care.

*frowns, crossing her arms*
Shilo.

I care- because of Shilo.

*bristles* She's almost you were when you first met Rotti.

What happens...will happen. I can't protect her from every little scrape she'll get it, I can only...

It doesn't matter.

Yes. Yes she is- though... I'm sure she is better- though it doesn't matter now, does it?

I only want the best for her- and for you.
I hope you are happy.

Don't mind me, Mag.

*as he turns to walk away* I'm only chasing mornings.

Oh MAG.

No- I'm serious. I've spent the last 20 years of my life watching all of you go through ever nose known to god and what do I have to show for it?

*smiles softly*

I think I just need some real time to myself... get out of the opera house.

*scoffs*

Please. If you retire I'll eat my wardrobe.

*grins*

Oh- not full retirement. I like my office too much. But maybe not perform in the spring season...