SERRA: Lord Lucius?
LUCIUS: Yes, child, what is it?
SERRA: I was wondering where you´re...umm...from?
LUCIUS: I was born in Etruria.
SERRA: I knew it! That gorgeous blonde hair! Where else would you be from?
LUCIUS: . ..Not all Etrurians have blonde hair...
SERRA: Oh, it was just a guess. Don´t take it so seriously. And what rank is your family at court? Barons? Viscounts, perhaps? Counts, even!? Oh, if they were dukes, I would just die!
LUCIUS: . .....Serra. I am...a commoner.
SERRA: . ..What? No way!
LUCIUS: My father was a soldier for hire. He died...when I was three.
SERRA: Ohh... Then... How did you live?
LUCIUS: My mother died shortly after of a wasting sickness. When she breathed her last... they took me in at the orphanage, where I spent several years...
SERRA: In an orphanage...
LUCIUS: . ..I-I´m sorry... I am certainly not what you expected at all...
SERRA: . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. ( cry)
LUCIUS: Si-Sister Serra? Why are you crying so?
SERRA: . ..No... You don´t understand... I... I... I was raised in a convent.
LUCIUS: Oh...
SERRA: . ..Like you... I grew up... . ..in a strange...sad place... . .....I understand... what it was like... . ..
LUCIUS: You are very kind...
SERRA: . .. . .. . ..
LUCIUS: Serra? Surely, we two, who have suffered so much, were meant to meet, destined by Saint Elimine. I am grateful to her for bringing you...to my side.
SERRA: Ohh, Lucius, I, too, am grateful...
fais-toi ta propre hyspothèse...