Swamped

"Mackenzie?" you say, almost spitting. "You dare call yourself Mackenzie, after all you've done? You've stolen my life, replaced it with a hollow shell."

"Wh-what?" one of the actors says. He's dressed as an older man - so this is probably Mackenzie in the play. You hope your ad-libbing didn't throw him off too much - then again, he's probably supposed to be thrown off in the script.

"I had dreams once. Dreams that meant more to me than coin. What happened to them, hmm? Did you sell them for a good profit, or maybe you just tossed them away?"

"Follies!" Mackenzie declares. "Follies of youth, no more. You may wear my face, but you are nothing more than a shadow. You know nothing of the harsh truths of this world."

"And shadows follow you wherever you go," you shoot back. "You may deny me, but you cannot escape me. That, too is a truth of this world."

"That Laikenne woman has done this, hasn't she?" Mackenzie cries. "She's haunted me with specters, made me lose my mind. I'll not let her defeat me, you hear? None of this trickery will make me give up my company."

"It's not your mind you've lost, it's your soul. What's your company really done for you? Can you say you're truly happy?"

"Be silent! Away, foul apparition! You lament a world that could never be. I'll not shed any tears for Cassandra, not after what she did to me."

Cassandra? Who in the hells is that?

Probably the subject you're supposed to be on and he's trying to hint that you should be. Which doesn't exactly do you a whole lot of good when you have no idea who she is.