Tamina:
You know, you really walk like one. Head held high, chest out, long stomping strides. The walk of a self-satisfied Persian prince. No doubt it comes from being told since birth the world is yours, and actually believing it.
Prince Dastan:
I wasn't born in a palace like you! I was born in the slums of Nasaf, where I lived if I fought and I clawed for it.
Tamina:
Then how did you become a prince?
Prince Dastan:
The king... marched into the market one day, and he... I don't know, he... he found me. He took me in, he gave me a family, he gave me a home.
[he turns away, then turns back]
Prince Dastan:
What you're looking at, is... the walk of a man, who just lost everything.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:38