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Chet-chet!
Chet-chet-chet!
They expect us to sleep in these things?
I guess so.
If we're all one big family, why don't we sleep together?
I was thinking the same thing.
Here. Get in.
So warm, without any fire.
I miss Dad.
I miss him too.
Do you think we're ever gonna be with him again?
I don't know.
Your mother is in your spirit.
I dream a long life for you, dear girl.
With many journeys yet to come.
-Chet-chet. -Chet-chet-chet.
My brave lion.
I stand with Baba.
Thank you for your service.
Sibeth, no.
What have you done?
Maghra, once a dog bites,
no matter how loyal you remember him once being,
no matter your fondness for him, he must be put down.
-You've killed us both. -Hardly.
His army waits outside, and when they find out--
No, no, no, no. Not his.
He just borrowed it.
And they will hear the truth,
that his guilt over the injuries I sustained was simply too great to go on.
He took his own life according to the Old Way.
A loyal servant to the end.
Obviously, if you and I were to tell conflicting stories,
it would only cloud that truth.
Confusion would set in, chaos, and then, yes, we probably both lose our heads.
Or we walk out of here together
and deliver the message, in which I'll explain
that in this time of crisis, I will lead my soldiers with my sister at my side.
I'm gonna tear your fucking head off!
No, you won't.
You fuck. You fuck.
You can't possibly think you can defeat me.
Oh. I'm stupid like that.
Where are you? Fucking coward.
A coward's death.
Slow and wet.
Chet-chet.
Look at me. Look at me.
You did this.
to live up to his noble sacrifice.
So we forge ahead.
We will build a new world for ourselves.
A world without hardship.
A world without want.
-A world without-- -A world without fear.
A world without hate.
A world without superstition.
A new path unlike any we've ever traveled before.
And in this new world that Tamacti Jun's sacrifice made possible,
there may be no need for Witchfinders at all.
Sergeant, we go to the Lavender Road.
That was interesting.
A world with no Witchfinders would mean a world with no witches.
We're gonna find my family.
That's not up for discussion.
And when we do, I will not have them labeled as fugitives by our army.
"Our" army?
Isn't it?
So, the road ahead leads to a sighted kingdom.
I suppose I shall need a sighted king
Having been rejected by Jerlamarel once,
you can understand why I'd not make the overture again.
What are you suggesting?
Tell me more about your son.
Chet-chet.
What do you see, my boy?
Towers of God bone.
More than I've ever seen in my life.
There's smoke.
Paris.
She's here.
Let's go get your sister.
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