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We have returned from the flashback. Solomon remains in bed, looking far worse than just previously. Though his lips move barely if at all, we hear the payer coming from him.
SOLOMON
Did I not believe my gifts were of
your grace and not my creation? I
have always been faithful, Lord.
I ask you reward my devotion. I
beg of you only one thing: I pray
you end the suffering. Death is
better than all that waits. Take
me, Lord... Take my life. Lord.
...Lord?
BLACK