Captive 'I' Love pt 1.5 [DOMS : ACT: 4 SONG: TBD]

[INTERJECTION — Masiashi’s Final Accusation] [Music drops to nearly nothing—just distant clave and breath.] [MASIASHI — near shouted, raw] [MASIASHI:] Still clings to farce then— how strange a sight what pity-prince here wroughts, declaring its every abuse as love! love of friend! of a people! of a fool dared endure you! behold! the craftless so called god of craft anticipation for test-master Boethiah, who only serves test our patience, force passes its own ends!? Calls all to tyrant order! [ELYTRA — now many voices] (love— not— fool?) (test— master— tyrant!) [FALSE SOTHA SIL’s fingers clench on Muatra. A tone like a clock misfiring rings out.] [FINAL CHORUS — Possessive Collapse] [Beat becomes strict 4/4; brass surges; glitch pulses underneath.] [FALSE SOTHA SIL — furious, trembling, stentorian, overcontrolled] Enough— enough— You corrupt my love-routine! My devotion is immaculate— immaculate— ([autotune burst]) IMMACULATE! Vivec was mine to tend, mine to steady, mine to solve! If love must be captive to endure that's— how true order must resolve! [He slams Muatra’s butt on the floor; a bass-pulse drops.] [FALSE SOTHA SIL] And you flock-mock echo— error in untame argument— thorn in logic thread— You will not disturb this devotion again. See how well keeps cinge singing, as is bound to cell... ENDING — The Vanishing Into Muatra [FX: A cutting inward-sucking rush of air, like space folding.] [MASIASHI — baritone, startled defiant shout] [MASIASHI:] So— stoops—! By so little— Smaller even—! False Sil! [A sudden harmonic implosion; brass hits a perfect fifth and cuts violently to silence.] [FX: Muatra shudders, seals, hums with new resonance.] [FALSE SOTHA SIL — calm again, eerily serene] A variable removed. Love resumes. [Music ends with a single toy-piano plink, bent flat.]