This was probably the worst performance of Romeo and Juliet to ever be acted out, but luckily the quality of the play didn't seem to matter. They were both essentially repeating Ella's words, back and forth like two players of a game wearily trudging forth to the inevitable end. Bran didn't expect emotion, and even though he tried to tell himself she wasn't grimacing and wincing at him, it wasn't very convincing.
"By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am." Well, wasn't that appropriate. "My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word." He couldn't help but sigh, listening to Lotte speak her lines and interjecting when it was his turn. Romeo's problems were nothing compared to his own.