The Fireplace (before battle)

There already was a group of people by the fireplace.

Master Linton...

So you've arrived...

This can't be a coincidence, can it? I suppose you're also trying to enter the basement.

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Master Linton, what are you hiding in the basement?

... I see that they have gotten their hands on it first. Despite the fact that you had the head start.

Our most profound apologies, Master Linton...

... Return that diary to me.

Why must we?

... Is it that unreasonable for a husband to request that you return his loving wife's memento to his hands?

Don't provoke me.

Tell me why Catherine died.

And like I said earlier... I won't believe a word from your gob until I see her body for myself.

Even your claim that she married you.

How desperate.

Allow me to offer you an alternative. Go hide in some corner of this manor. Wait until the lightning strikes seven times... Then take the Golden Bough Catherine left you, leave, and never return to this place ever again.

It is what you do best, Heathcliff - turning tail and hiding. Shrouding your shameful, tear-soaked face from the world, fleeing from the beatings, abandoning Catherine... because you were too busy running away from the gnawing hounds.

... Keep talking, 'Young Master' Edgar. And you'll find that I'm no longer that weak child you once knew.

Well... I'm not so sure what has really changed about you since then, Heathcliff.

And those... cheap, tacky letters you sent...?

All burned with the rest of the trash in the incinerator.

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