There was once a time when the Balladeer would have simply told Greta to leave on her own, because he would have been confident that whatever else he'd done, Guiteau wouldn't dare to harm him.
That time is over. He holds his ground, drawing himself up to his full height as Guiteau turns to him with a smile. "Oh, he can't leave now, my dear. He's going to play me my last song - aren't you? I wrote it and everything, you know, but they wouldn't let me have a full orchestra." He states this as if it's a terrible injustice. The song would have been transcendent, if played properly!
"No." The Balladeer feels a stab of guilt. Whatever his personal feelings, it is his job to pass on their stories - didn't he do the same for Booth, of all people? But he's not even really sure anybody is watching: only Greta, who really shouldn't be here in the first place. Maybe it's okay, just this once. "No," he repeats more firmly, "We're going now. Come on." This last is added in an undertone towards Greta, as he turns towards the gate, keeping himself at least a little between the two of them.
"You can't do that!" Guiteau follows, his tone somewhere between beseeching and indignant. "You're the Balladeer!"
"You tried to kill me!" the Balladeer snaps, whirling on him. "If you want people to sing your songs, don't murder them!" Despite being taller than Guiteau, he seems very much the less threatening of the two, particularly as their conversation gets more heated. It's probably because Guiteau has crazy eyes.
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That time is over. He holds his ground, drawing himself up to his full height as Guiteau turns to him with a smile. "Oh, he can't leave now, my dear. He's going to play me my last song - aren't you? I wrote it and everything, you know, but they wouldn't let me have a full orchestra." He states this as if it's a terrible injustice. The song would have been transcendent, if played properly!
"No." The Balladeer feels a stab of guilt. Whatever his personal feelings, it is his job to pass on their stories - didn't he do the same for Booth, of all people? But he's not even really sure anybody is watching: only Greta, who really shouldn't be here in the first place. Maybe it's okay, just this once. "No," he repeats more firmly, "We're going now. Come on." This last is added in an undertone towards Greta, as he turns towards the gate, keeping himself at least a little between the two of them.
"You can't do that!" Guiteau follows, his tone somewhere between beseeching and indignant. "You're the Balladeer!"
"You tried to kill me!" the Balladeer snaps, whirling on him. "If you want people to sing your songs, don't murder them!" Despite being taller than Guiteau, he seems very much the less threatening of the two, particularly as their conversation gets more heated. It's probably because Guiteau has crazy eyes.