Concordia (Shabby): Are you truly comfortable with this artifice?
Clara: Comfortable? I’ll rather enjoy deceiving Taros...
Clara: I just need to think of what to write. The language of love doesn’t come naturally to me. 
Concordia (Shabby): Me either. Those types of letters are the sort of thing I’ve only read about in old tales of romance.
Clara: Well, how do the letters read in those tales?
Concordia (Shabby): It’s all very overwrought and florid.
Concordia (Shabby): Perhaps: “I can’t bear not being with you, I’ll die if I cannot have you, every breath I take is a sigh of wistful despair…”
Clara: This is all very good, yes. I’ll have to note these down.

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Concordia (Shabby): This is quite the stratagem.
Clara: For someone like me, there’s no choice but to pursue my ends this way.
Concordia (Shabby): You aren’t afraid of the danger?
Clara: Belonging to a House family is dangerous enough!
Clara: It’s those who feel their position is secure who don’t see things clearly.
Concordia (Shabby): In world-weariness, you are well beyond your years.
Clara: I do appreciate your concern, Concordia, but I know full well what I am doing.