The very day I came in and entered the room with my father king Duncan, a bleeding captain, who had fought against my captivity like a good and hardy soldier had stood. He wanted to speak with my father, and I gave him the word to say the knowledge he has as though he did not leave it. As the words spilled from his mouth I was confused. Though my father had understood everything he had said, I was still lost. His wounds had picked up on him and before he could finish speaking and my father had called in the surgeons to take care of him. From what I heard or understand is that there was a battle between good and evil and that the captain was caught in between it. For I lay in fear of not understanding or not knowing what is next.
-M
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They are all suspecting you of murder because you ran. Please keep running, I'll enjoy watching them chase after you
We had plans for you, really great plans. But no, you decided to leave. Beef-witted coward.
-First Witch
You better come back Malcolm and tell your brother to do the same. I will haunt you if you don't. Everyone thinks you guys killed me and I know who really did.
I have a feeling this version of Malcolm doesn't yet know what has become of his father... is that accurate?
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