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♪ ♪

[sailor] All clear on the starboard side!

[indistinct chatter]

[sailor] Yeah, we're clear port side, too.

♪ ♪

There's really nothing to fear.

The Pact is a civilized nation.

They threatened to sink us.

Warning shot.

Compel compliance, a mere formality.

We're in no danger.

As we sail into the Pact on the point of a bayonet?

The Pact is an old, corrupt state.

Its wheels move on money.

Anything can be bought for a price, including our freedom.

That's the way civilization works.

Agreus, I'm Burguish.

We were at war with them only a few years ago.

And, well,

the two of us together, with what we are...

With what we are?

You are the daughter of a fine family and I am rich.

That's all that matters in the end,

- money and class. - [knocking on door]

Come.

We're making port, sir.

- Where? - Ragusa, sir.

- Excellent. - [door closes]

Many connections there. We'll have no difficulties.

Come, my love. It's a beautiful old city

and the harbor is really quite charming.

Shall we go up?

[seabirds screeching]

♪ ♪

[metal creaking]

[Marrok snarling]

[indistinct shouting]

[indistinct chatter]

[soldier] Move it.

[soldier] Move it!

Move it!

Get in line!

[Stanislaus] Visitors ready?

Good work!

Good work, comrades.

This is an outrage.

Have you completely

lost control of your men, sir?

Or do they have orders to steal my property?

[Stanislaus] "Stealing"?

No, this is not "stealing."

Think of it as, uh...

redistribution.

[soldier] Lieutenant.

[Stanislaus] Take Her Majesty away.

- No! Don't touch me! - Imogen, look at me.

- Look at me! It's okay. - No, don't!

Don't take me! Agreus!

[Agreus] Get off her!

Enough!

[grunts]

- ♪ ♪ - [voices muted]

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

I'm only saying it's unlikely

that a human murderer could've stashed the body up that high.

Have you even listened to a word I've said?

I heard every word... you're saying your lot

didn't kill anyone on the train.

None, but some may say they deserved it if we did.

But I saved that officer's life myself.

I believe you believe none of your mates did it.

Maybe the police are setting us up.

Are you gonna tell me your old pals

wouldn't do a thing like that?

Oh, no, they'd definitely do it

if they thought it was worth the trouble, but there's no point.

They could already hang you all for the train job.

Are you even taking this seriously?

I am.

Then what are you gonna do about it?

They're throwing a party at Balefire tonight.

Half of Parliament will be there.

Diplomats, dignitaries.

What the feck does that have to do with anything?

You're not...

Not tonight.

Can you think of a better time?

Oh, I don't know.

Never?

We talked about this.

It's the only card I've got left to play.

No, it's the quickest way to get yourself killed.

I've got a way into Balefire tonight.

I might not get another chance.

Look, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to tell you like this.

No.

I'm sure you'd rather sneak off

and leave a Mima to tell me again.

[sighs]

Vignette...

It seems like you've made up your mind already.

Seems like I have.

And I'm sure those posh feckers will take you at your word.

A half-Critch bastard saying

that Jonah Breakspear has no claim to be chancellor.

I'm not expecting to be invited out for tea with the family.

They'll hear the truth, and that's what matters.

They'll throw you in a hole and forget about you

before they've even finished their pudding.

Oh, damn you.

When it's over, when it's safe,

I'll get word to you somehow.

Is that so?

Will that be from prison, then, or a graveyard?

Please.

Don't trouble yourself on my account.

Because I won't be crying for you this time around.

- All right, then. - All right, then.

Philo?

You're a fool.

Tell your friends to lay low.

This time tomorrow, Balefire will have

bigger problems than the Black Raven.

♪ ♪

[quiet sobbing]

♪ ♪

[horse neighs]

- [roaring] - [Imogen screaming]

[gates close]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[woman] Akos!

- Hey, you. - Hey.

- How are you? Yeah? - Good.

♪ ♪

[children laughing]

- [sheep bleating] - [dog barking]

Stupid sheep. Come on.

[man] She is from the Burgue.

[chatter continues]

♪ ♪

What is this place?

Why have you brought me here?

Where are you going? I'm talking to you!

You there.

Where is the master of this house?

Leonora.

My name.

You may call me Leonora.

Oh, how quaint.

Very well, Leonora.

Where is the master of this household?

- Oh, somewhere about. - [door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

Is that him there?

The officer?

Why have I been left here?

I'm sure you'll find out soon, ziska.

But what is this place? What happens here?

I'll be happy to tell you. Now hand me those.

I absolutely will not.

Explain this place.

It's a house.

People sleep here.

This is kitchen.

People cook here.

And eat sometimes.

When the food is ready.

- I know what a kitchen is. - Is that right?

And do you know your way around a potato?

I do not require your cheek.

I require answers.

I'm tired.

I'm a very long way from home.

I have no idea where Agreus is.

And nothing is making sense.

Why is that, ziska?

Well, I'm...

I'm Burguish.

You don't say.

And this doesn't seem like the Pact

I learned about at school.

- No? - No.

The Pact is a strict feudal state

and is a terrible place.

- And so it was. - "Was"?

It was a terrible place.

And then a new dawn broke over our country.

The Pact you know is gone.

Almost.

But the Pact is so strong.

People are strong.

Their government was parasite feeding off them.

Until we stood up together and started to sweep it away.

You're talking...

about revolution.

Of course.

It was inevitable...

once the people realized that they were free,

and always had been.

What happened to the Lords of the Pact?

Would you hand me those carrots?

Please?

Thank you.

It troubles you so much to help me?

You're a servant.

But we both eat the soup.

Why can't you help make it?

It isn't proper.

Hmm.

Taking a Puck lover is hardly proper, either.

Excuse me?

I heard you arrived in company with a Puck.

Quite a scandal.

It's hardly your concern.

People talk is all.

It's because they have so little in their own lives,

they must degrade those who find something good.

Is that what you think?

Agreus is the finest man I've ever met,

faun or otherwise.

Tell that to the gossips when they ask!

Sounds like a man worth knowing.

Would you care to stay for supper?

You helped with the soup.

You should share it.

I don't want soup.

I want to see the master of this house,

and I demand to see Agreus.

[soldier] Take the officers away.

You, you, you.

[grunts]

[Agreus] For pity's sake, Lieutenant,

where are you taking them?

If it's ransom you require...

[Stanislaus] Weapons go to the armory.

Gold and silver to the treasury.

[Agreus] You damn pirates.

When my contacts arrive, it will be the worse for you.

Is that so?

[Agreus] Our countries are no longer at war.

There are treaties.

This is against every maritime convention,

every law of the sea agreed by civilized nations.

To hell with your treaties.

We have another law here.

I will see you whipped for this.

Lieutenant, I found it.

Captain's log.

Nice work.

[soldier] There's nothing in there. Leave that.

We are looking

for an Agreus Astrayon.

The owner of The Swan.

I am Agreus Astrayon.

Is that so?

[Agreus] On my honor.

I own that vessel and the company behind it.

Now...

...you owe me an apology.

Then we can resolve matters like gentlemen.

You are a class traitor, Mr. Astrayon.

The sweat and blood of hundreds is on your hands.

Crew of The Swan,

you are liberated from your employment contract

and free to go.

[handcuffs clacking]

This is just a misunderstanding!

- Please don't do this. - Against the wall.

Send word to Count Bozak. He'll vouch for me.

- Will you have mercy? Please. - Quiet!

[Agreus] When he gets here,

do you know what will happen to you?

Do you?!

[gun clicks]

[high-pitched ringing]

[whimpering softly]

[dialogue inaudible]

♪ ♪

Ready, front! Cover!

Attention!

Present arms!

[shouts indistinctly]

[bell tolls]

Attention!

[all shouting in unison]

Welcome to the Burgue, Ambassador.

- Thank you. - Please.

With me.

[Anrep] Chancellor Breakspear,

my nation faces an uprising that has united

human and faefolk in a grotesque, unnatural mob

- called the New Dawn. - [scattered jeering]

Were this rabble allowed to prevail,

it would be only a matter of time before they set

their sights on the Burgue.

[others assenting]

But they won't prevail, Chancellor.

And our symbolic purchase

of arms from the Burgue

will send a message to the world,

that the conflict between our two nations is over,

ushering in a new era of strength, unity and alliance.

- [murmuring] - Major Vir, is it not?

What a pleasure. Runyan Millworthy, at your service.

We've met, sir.

Here at the Burgue, about a month ago.

You may not recall.

Forgive me. Oh, I believe I remember.

- The Firesday banquet. - How may I be of service?

Well, I would like to talk to you, discreetly.

Forgive me, I'm-I'm not used to diplomatic formalities.

Nor am I, sir. A military man.

Quite. So then let me speak frankly.

Your purchase of arms is not really a symbolic act, is it?

The truth is that you're badly in need of military aid.

Well, let me be frank in return, sir.

Do not mistake our strategy for weakness.

Well, officially, of course, this is nothing

but an exchange of swords between former enemies.

A gesture of friendship.

Precisely. But, unofficially,

is it not true that the industry of the Pact has somewhat slowed

by the spread of this so-called New Dawn,

with their egalitarian ideologies?

You will understand, sir,

that I must defer to the ambassador.

Of course.

Though reports of labor disruptions and shortages

will leave you quite vulnerable.

Very well, Mr. Millworthy.

In the spirit of alliance,

I will tell you in all candor

that purchasing these rifles

was more than a symbolic gesture.

Ah.

Our infantry learned... the hard way

that... Burguish rifles were superior to our own

at long range.

And we intend to make use of them.

Against the New Dawn.

They are a threat to the natural order.

Faefolk and humans fighting alongside each other.

An offensive peasant daydream.

Hmm. Well, let me ask,

how do you intend to defeat this daydream?

[chuckles softly]

As I understand it, Mr. Millworthy,

the dead don't dream.

Who does the ambassador think he is?

Expecting us to believe he wants to buy our guns

- for symbolic reasons. - [lock clicks]

I suppose that's why he wants 200 tons of symbolic gunpowder.

We know his army's taking a kicking.

We know he needs those weapons.

- He knows we know. - Well, precisely.

To pretend otherwise is to insult our Intelligence Corps.

Still, there may be some advantage

to joining the Pact in their little war.

What possible advantage could there be?

No one would call for an election

to oust a wartime chancellor.

[scoffs] God's noose.

You think I want this job that badly?

We wouldn't actually go to war...

just sell them the weapons they want.

Sophie, we hate the Pact. We fought them for years.

But this New Dawn mob may yet become a greater threat.

Mad notions like theirs spread like sickness in summer.

It's better to fight the infection in the Pact

than in the Burgue.

And our rifles in their hands will be enough to turn the tide?

No.

Not if we also arm the New Dawn.

Then, with both sides bogged down,

our armies could retake Tirnanoc.

[chuckles softly]

Gods help the fool who underestimates you.

You see the future as clearly as I do.

We're both thinking it.

I'm just the one saying it aloud.

[exhales]

And retaking Tirnanoc was what your father always wanted.

You could write yourself into history as the man...

as... the chancellor who made us an empire again.

And that was something he could never do.

Who needs a prophecy when you have the sense

to see an opportunity and seize it?

Do you think Parliament has the stomach for it?

Just as you said, they hate the Pact.

But your party always opposes war.

How will you persuade them to go along with it?

Jonah, you have a terrible habit of underestimating me.

[exhales]

Or you could pass up the chance,

wait for the next election, which you might lose,

and go back to your old life.

I'll support you either way, of course.

It's your decision, Chancellor.

[indistinct chatter]

Clear out.

We, uh, run into some complications.

[low snarling]

Does that mean you're not gonna make good on our deal?

Don't try to be funny with me, Mr. Philostrate.

We fae keep to our promises,

unlike your lot.

But these accommodations,

they're temporary, clear?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[rattling nearby]

[roaring]

[indistinct chatter]

It's pig-headed and desperate.

He's hurting so hard he can't see sense,

and now he's gone off to get himself killed.

Selfish bastard.

There must be some other way to go about it.

Any ideas? [coughs]

None at the moment, Vin.

Sorry.

[quietly] What about that dead man,

the murdered soldier?

Doesn't make any sense.

Well, I wouldn't like to say, but...

Dahlia's been looking daggers at you ever since the raid.

Surely not.

You don't think she would kill someone and pin it on me,

risk all of us,

just out of spite?

No. Gods, no, Vignette.

I'd never think anything like that.

You may go, Wilson,

if there's nothing more.

Ma'am.

[door closes]

[door creaks closed]

[floorboards creaking]

Nilly?

[exhales]

[chuckles softly]

You ought to have waited till dark.

What if you were seen?

I brought you some suet pie.

Here.

It's still hot.

You're hungry.

I should have been here earlier.

The servants were everywhere.

If you're caught hiding me here...

I simply had to see you.

I'm having tea with the factory owners this afternoon.

How much do we have left?

Mm.

700,000 guilders.

A little more if we sell the horses.

Will it be enough?

It'll have to be.

Your hair looks frightful.

W... [laughs]

I don't have your knack for it.

[chuckles] I'm all thumbs.

Come here then. Let me fix it.

It's best they keep their eyes on your pretty face

and not the small print.

I've been making discreet inquiries

regarding your brother

and his whereabouts on the Row.

His head's as hard as his horns, that one.

He'll turn up once he's spent his last stiver.

You're not concerned?

He'll live.

We'll all live.

Just a little more work to do now.

It'll be over soon.

I promise.

Darius?

Look what the Puck dragged in.

Good to see you up and about.

What took you so long?

I'm not police anymore.

It was all I could do to get you out.

I'm not even human anymore.

Right. Silly me.

You're the one with all the problems.

I was busy getting my ass kicked,

starving, freezing my bollocks off in prison,

but I'm sorry to hear that you lost your job.

Is that Basilian lamb?

Was it that bad in there?

The fuckers found out that a Marrok that bit me

was a Pact weapon.

So they did tests.

Every day.

They made me do things.

They put other prisoners...

in with me.

They came in...

but they didn't come out.

I'm sorry, Dari. I tried.

What the fuck do you want me to say, huh?!

I did everything I could to get you out.

Was that before or after you hung up your badge

and left me to die?

Right.

- I'll leave you to it. - Where do you think you're going?

Do you reckon you're the first idiot

- to think with his dick? - It wasn't like that.

Are you finished?

Or are you planning on eating me, too?

'Cause I'll take me shirt off, make it easier for you.

Well, go on, leave your boots on.

It gives it a bit of crunch.

[laughs softly]

[chuckles]

Actually...

I could do with three more of those.

A bit bloodier.

- And a place to hide. - You're safe here.

I've got an arrangement with the landlord.

I know that look.

What do you got plotting?

I've got a plan to open the Row.

You?

A half-blood bastard?

You're looking at the half-blood bastard son

of Absalom Breakspear. [laughs softly]

More tea, Mr. Marlow?

Uh, um...

yes, please.

Gentlemen, thank you so much for coming.

I realize there's been some consternation

about the chancellor's policies.

Miss Longerbane, without the Critch

to work in our factories and shops,

many of us have had to shutter our businesses.

Well, I don't pretend to understand

the niceties of business, gentlemen.

But I do believe we must support the chancellor's policy.

For the good of the Burgue.

Good of the Burgue? Breakspear's policy

has done nothing but... but drive up

- the cost of business. - Please forgive me

for being contrary, but wasn't it just yesterday

that a savage gang of Pix robbed one of our trains?

I mean, if they can do that,

who knows what havoc they might wreak

if they were allowed to simply roam our city freely.

Yesterday's executions certainly sent

- the right message. - It's all very well

taking precautions, Miss Longerbane,

but we are men with families to feed.

Of course. And children to keep safe.

But I would never expect you to suffer

for your loyalty to the party.

I believe loyalty should be rewarded.

So, in the name of loyalty, I would like to increase

my late father's investments in your factories.

I've already extended this offer to other members of our party.

They've all accepted.

[Marlow] This contract increases your ownership stake

in my factory

by a considerable amount.

You're the businessmen.

But I could hardly loan without collateral.

Wouldn't you agree?

But with the Critch confined on the Row,

we still don't have a workforce.

And without cheap labor,

we don't stand a martyr's chance

of ever being able to repay you.

Gentlemen, I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

I believe I can persuade the chancellor to send aid

to the Pact in its battle against the New Dawn.

When that happens, we'll need all industry

working at full capacity.

Exceptions will be made for skilled fae laborers

to return to the factories.

And you, gentlemen,

will stand to make a fortune.

[Fletcher] But aiding the Pact,

that would go against everything

your father stood for.

I'm not my father, Mr. Fletcher.

[sighs]

I'm so very grateful that you've all chosen

to support my leadership during these troubling times.

- [indistinct chatter] - [dog barking in distance]

- [coughing] - Follow me.

This way. Make room right down here.

Ready? Lift.

♪ ♪

[Kaine] I'm never going to leave your side.

If I could swap places with you, I would.

I love you.

Without you, I'm...

A fool.

[chuckles weakly]

My fool.

- [Kaine] It's okay. Shh. - [Oona coughing]

[Kaine] It's okay. I'm here for you.

I'm not leaving you.

[continues coughing]

Are you all right there, love?

[coughing, choking]

[whispers] It won't be long now.

You know, maybe there's still a way

we can stick it to those Burguish pricks.

What do you mean?

I... I think I've got a plan, but I'm gonna need your help.

Both of you.

- [barks] - Oh!

- [indistinct chatter] - [barking continues]

[gasping]

[ghostly whispering]

[chatter fades]

[wind whistling softly]

- [gasps] - [Tourmaline] Morr faélar isteag mit.

[distorted, tolling bells]

[bells tolling loudly]

[Bolero] We ask for their help and they shoot her down?

They're fucking monsters, Dahlia.

[Dahlia] The humans won't change.

Vignette was a fool.

[distorted, echoing scream]

[gasps]

[echoing scream fades]

[low gasp]

[chittering]

[snarls]

[screams]

- [overlapping chatter] - [whimpering]

- [gasps, yells] - Watch it!

[man] Hey!

[distant chatter]

- [gasps] - Get moving.

[animals squawking]

This way.

[gasps]

[chirping]

[gunfire echoes]

- [door opens] - [Imogen] Agreus?

[door closes]

I thought I'd never see you again.

Shh. Shh.

[crying]

[children laughing]

- What is this place? - It's home, for now.

- Home? We are to stay here? - The men who brought me here

said we would have to share it with two other families.

Share it?

U-Until I can find a ransom for our freedom.

Yes. Surely there must be some way you can ransom our ship

and pull strings to get the crew released.

[whispers] What's the matter?

You all right?

Yes. Yes. Of course.

Yes, I'll-I'll try.

And-and you, what happened?

- Sit here. - It was most perplexing.

They bundled me off to a house, and then they went away again.

What-what house? I don't understand.

Nor do I. They just left me there like luggage.

The only person who spoke to me was an old servant.

And she tried to make me peel a potato, and then made

some very impertinent remarks about...

About what?

[whispers] About us, actually.

- She knew about us? - Yes.

It was terribly odd.

She did not speak in an appropriate way

for a servant, and when she did,

she spoke of revolution, and it was though

she was watching me to see how I'd respond.

- She was testing you. - Yes.

Perhaps. I...

I don't know what to think.

She had a broken horn.

She told me her name was Leonora.

Leonora?

Yes.

This woman?

Is this her?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

But who is she?

I couldn't wake up...

no matter how hard I tried, and then she, um...

...she breathed something into me, and...

suddenly it was like I was inside someone else...

...seeing what they saw.

I'm sorry, Mima, I d...

I didn't know where else to turn.

You were right to come to me, child.

You're certain you saw Aoife Tsimani?

Mm. I'm going mad, aren't I?

[chuckles softly]

Perhaps something worse.

A Haruspex's power comes from death.

It's a dark magic.

They say Tsimani conjured the beast that slew her,

and there were rumors that for those willing to pay,

she'd enter the minds of others and force them to do things.

Evil things.

Are you saying that she's inside my head?

How?

She's dead. I watched her die.

May I?

Please?

[takes deep breath]

[ghostly whispers]

[voice speaking in Faerish]

Morr faélar...

isteag mit.

[gasping]

Morr faélar isteag mit.

Morr faélar...

[both] isteag mit.

[gasps]

Morr faélar isteag mit.

[gasps]

[panting]

Mima?

You said you saw Tsimani cross over?

You were present?

Yes, I was.

As she died,

she passed her power to you.

But I don't want it.

I don't want anything to do with it.

For your sake, child, I hope not.

Because the sight is a curse,

and to accept evil

is to become evil.

Oona is willing to lay down her life for this.

So are Kaine, Phaedra and me.

Dahlia, we have a chance

to throw their hypocrisy back in their faces.

With your blessing,

we want to hit them hard.

Tonight.

[others murmuring]

Brothers and sisters,

for months,

we've watched our faelings starve in the dirt.

Our breaths stolen by the Bás Dubh

as the bloody leggers stomp all over us.

But they forget

who we are.

We will take our blood

and our pain

and shove it right under their Burguish noses.

Let them smell it. Our suffering.

Let them have a taste of it.

See how they like it.

[chanting in Faerish]

Vignette's plan is brave and brilliant,

and there's no room for a single mistake.

So I will be the one leading the raid on the Burgue.

Dahlia.

Dahlia, please.

You can't risk your life.

You know they all look to you.

I can take it on.

I'd put my life on the line in a heartbeat for the Raven.

And I wouldn't?

- I... - It seems like you're still confused

about who's in charge here.

Seems like you fancy yourself as a leader.

I will wing you if you try it.

- Wait. - Piss off.

Or go on whining.

See what happens.

We'll make it work. I promise.

We've got to.

- [bell tolling in distance] - [indistinct chatter]

You didn't manage to appeal to his conscience, then?

I'm afraid not.

Well...

I know you tried.

You know, I feel your mother, she's proud of you

as your father would be.

I'm going to stand up beside you

and demand a parliamentary inquiry.

It's my right, at least, as a citizen.

And with enough witnesses, like your Puck friend, Afissa,

well, whatever happens to us,

the truth will come out eventually.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Are you quite sure you want to go through with this?

I don't want to.

I have to.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[sniffling]

[horse neighing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Millworthy] How does it feel to be

- Burgue side of the river? - Certainly smells better.

♪ ♪

[classical music playing]

[soft chatter, laughter]

♪ ♪

We're all praying for you, Mr. Spurnrose.

Oh, uh, thank you, madam.

Has there been no word of your dear sister?

Well, no. Uh, you see, I have employed all resources,

and the authorities are doing what they can

to rescue my dear Imogen.

But her abductor was a-a skipjack by trade,

a-a faun of means and has thus far evaded justice.

A Puck with money. This is what it leads to.

Feral designs on our women.

Sorry. Uh... Forgive me, madam.

Uh, the thought of that is...

Oh, you poor, poor dear.

If only the chancellor had locked up the faefolk earlier.

Yes. Yes, if only.

Would you take this for me? Thank you.

Well, just because she's the leader of the opposition

doesn't mean we're opposed on every issue, you understand.

Indeed. I imagine the lady has incredible powers of persuasion.

I'm sure she barely needs to speak a word.

Ah, Ambassador, but when I do...

You'll be trembling with the rest of us.

[both chuckle]

[clears throat]

♪ ♪

Ladies and gentlemen...

[guests screaming]

[man] Shoot them!

[soldier] I can't get a shot!

[soldier 2] Protect the chancellor!

[panicked chatter]

[both grunt]

Everyone enjoying your dinner?

You don't know what it means

to be hungry.

Well, we do. Remember us?

We sweated in your factories. Cared for your children.

And now we're starving in your ghettos

while you all stuff your faces.

[guests gasping]

This is Oona.

She's dying because of the Bás Dubh.

Because of you.

Hurts to look at, doesn't it?

You'd rather not see the mess

and the shit and the blood.

Not nice,

is it? Don't you look away!

That's the Bás Dubh.

Pix are dying of it by the score.

No medicine. No escape.

Their families have to watch them rot

and scream and die.

Take a closer look at what you're doing to us.

Go on, love.

Fly.

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No!

[muted screaming]

[panicked chatter]

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Goodbye, my love.

♪ ♪

[breathing shakily]

[door opens]

Did you know about the Black Raven's plan?

It was my plan.

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[rapid knocking on door]

[Kaine] Vignette! Are you in there?

It's all right.

You need to come quick.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] There are children here. Take it down.

- Take it down! - [man] Look what they've done.

[Kaine] The humans.

They killed Dahlia and Bolero.

[murmuring]

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