Scene 2: The beginning

[Curtain opens.]

[Enter Illuim, and Burne, inside the living room of Illuims cabin. Both sitting in two chairs facing each other, only a table and the window used to stare at the rock of hidden beach in between.]

Illuim: I should probably explain how I finally got Burne to enter my house. It was only possible after I told him the benefits my book would get from his history. For some reason, I feel as though only my benefit drew him inside. It is a strange thought for sure... but it also feels true, or in other words... factual. So came the first chapter, written as was told:

Illuim: So, where should I start?

Burne: It is your book. You make the choices, for I do not.

Illuim: Alright... The beginning. Please.

Burne: Very well. I was born in-

Illuim: Hold on! I meant of...

Burne: My illness.

Illuim: For lack of a better term.

Burne: If I speak of this, you will plead it, yes?

Illuim: Yes. I had planned to publish my writings.

Burne: Very well. Shall I begin?

Illuim: If you plead ready.

[Curtains close.]