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 *Through the audience, THE NAVIGATOR enters, guided by a witchlight over his shoulder, folding his map as he does so. His feet crunch on the bones beneath his boots, and the whistle of the wind sounds, faintly, like music.*
 
-*(NAVIGATOR, stopping before the stump, back to the audience)*
+*NAVIGATOR, stopping before the stump, back to the audience:\*
 We're here.
 
 *BEAT. The witchlight's hue swirls. NAVIGATOR sets down his pack, and stares at the stump for another moment, in silence except the music. He begins to circle it, slowly, til he faces the audience from the other side.*
 
-*NAVIGATOR*
+*NAVIGATOR:\*
 When I was a child, they sought to teach me obedience. I was a wild little thing, of course, it didn't take no matter what they tried. Even when they sought to beat me into shape, they simply taught me not to let them catch me.
 
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 2) he sacrifices himself, for something greater. this...i'm not sure how to make it happen.
 
 
-*(Enter THE INKMAKER.)*
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-*THE INKMAKER, to the audience, plucking berries for his basket.*\
-When I was a child, I was called strange. I did not conform. I was the worst, of my father's sons, and all the world knew it, and I knew it too.
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-When they sought to beat me into shape, to strike while the iron was hot, they changed me, oh, yes. *(He chuckles, dryly.)* Not how they wanted, of course. They taught me to lie. They taught me to wear a mask. They taught me that they would betray me in an instant if I broke rank.
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-*(Offstage, a ruckus.)*
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+from old ver:
 They didn't teach me to be what they wanted. Oh, yes, they taught me how to hate. They just taught me how to hate *them.*
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