[Ozymandias makes no immediate motion to accept the folio from Hubert as fragments of conversation pass through his mind at the news. He thinks little of their work together for the moment–though it shall certainly come to him eventually with their most recent collaboration now to be left unfinished–and more of her request of what would be done with her young ward, the girl that Ozymandias himself cannot help but think of as a daughter. While this news may be of a disappointment to him, he cannot help but immediately find it to be likely devastating to her.]
[His brow begins to furrow before he accepts the folio and he speaks with the sort of evenness one would anticipate from a monarch used to receiving such news.]
I shall see to it that her great works are brought to fruition. Thank you, Hubert. [And yet, even in the absence of some great surge of emotion, it is likely plain that it is hardly Ozymandias' focus at the present moment. He's quicker to ask,] What of Leslie?
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[His brow begins to furrow before he accepts the folio and he speaks with the sort of evenness one would anticipate from a monarch used to receiving such news.]
I shall see to it that her great works are brought to fruition. Thank you, Hubert. [And yet, even in the absence of some great surge of emotion, it is likely plain that it is hardly Ozymandias' focus at the present moment. He's quicker to ask,] What of Leslie?