DINAH
Peace Esme!

 ESME
How easy that word falls from your lips
When your hands are covered in blood.
You ask for it
You beg for it
You cry for it
All the while your hands weave nightmares.

 DINAH
Peace Esme!

 ESME
Speak that word again.

 BOAZ
It is war then.

 ESME
You say war the way a child says story.