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Gotterdammerűng, Part 11
Seth’s house. Still dark. He’s lying on the couch, still with the washcloth on his head, eyes closed, looking close to dead.
A shadow falls over him.
TOM: Not quite.
SETH (resigned): I suppose you’ve come to gloat. The campaign is over. You won’t have to worry about your wife’s virtual romances with me any more.
TOM (sitting down): Not really. I knew it’d end this way.
SETH (angry, sitting up to match him): What?
TOM: I always told Karla that some day, we’d snap your political structure in half. You were juggling too many plots, and when Izzy stepped outside of your boundaries… You snapped.
SETH: I did not snap, I –
TOM (mocking): - collapsed like a house of cards. “If Throg’s humiliated, everything falls!” You know, when I ran a game, I could handle unexpected events, but…
(He gets up, perhaps while giving this speech, and leaves Seth behind, who is raving with frustration.)
SETH (crying at Tom’s back, the helpless villain screaming at the man who’s slowly riding away from him – I picture him shouting at Tom’s silhouette in the door, an unconscious parallel to the haddock scene, fists raised as Tom exists): That’s not true! There are other alliances that can fill the power vacuum! I’ll show you!
TOM (walking away from Seth’s house, who is raving and ranting in the door, all weakness forgotten) (thinking): All too easy.