Portraits: Anataeus (Shabby), Concordia (Shabby)

Concordia (Shabby): I wish we had gone back...
Anataeus (Shabby): It was clear there was no choice for us.
Concordia (Shabby): How I wish we could have, though! If at least Frederick had survived, there would be some small hope the Van Tassen line could continue.
Anataeus (Shabby): It’s too late for that. We should be thinking about what to do next.
Concordia (Shabby): There’s nothing next! Don’t you understand? Nobody will want to risk dealing with us. We’ll live the rest of our miserable lives in hiding.
Concordia (Shabby): I should have gone back and died with them.
Anataeus (Shabby): Concordia...
Concordia (Shabby): Aren’t you mad, too?
Anataeus (Shabby): Mad? I... I don’t know. I’m not sure we deserve anything else after how poorly we— how poorly I defended the House.
Anataeus (Shabby): My career as an alchemist is in ruins.
Anataeus (Shabby): What a worthless pursuit this has turned out to be! Maybe it would be better to forget it all...
Concordia (Shabby): Listen, Anataeus. Do what you want, but I know the only next step for me is revenge.
Concordia (Shabby): I don’t know yet how I’ll achieve it, but that’s the purpose of my life now.
Anataeus (Shabby): Is that another of the “ways of the Houses”? Honor, treachery, swearing revenge?
Concordia (Shabby): No. This is about me wanting to put a dagger through the heart of those Colvan wretches.
Concordia (Shabby): How could they be so heartless?
Anataeus (Shabby): Concordia...
Concordia (Shabby): I’m going to step outside. I know it’s dangerous, but I need to take a very long walk.
Anataeus (Shabby): Wait, Concordia.
Concordia (Shabby): What?
Anataeus (Shabby): I was just going to say... that... well, whatever it is we decide to do, we’ll definitely need supplies for the transmutation engine first.
Anataeus (Shabby): I’ll come with you.