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Poor frightened girl.
Well, how isn't important. All that matters is that the two of you are safe.
Horsies.
- It's all my fault. - No, it isn't.
What madness would move me to such action?
We can't stay here. It's too close to the wreck. We're too easy to find.
You're the Key. Go. Before she finds you. She's here.
It's nothing compared to the little bits we'll get chopped into when they kickthe door in.
The walls separating realities will crumble.
- I'm sorry. - What for?
That guy is bloodsuckin' the last nerve outta me.
The secret to any successful migration.
He understands me.
Now might be a good time for something heroic.
- That's not how it works. - Yes. Of course.
The little girl.
- I don't know, he just freaked out. - Let me out.
Arrows. They're throwing arrows.
The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
They were fools. They thought they could harness its power for the forces of light.
Maybe later.
- Not really my colour, anyway. - Oh, yes. Inappropriate humour.
She is a perfect, all-encompassing light, one you should feel honoured to be bathed in.
- Weapons? - Hello. You're driving one.
Lounging about unattended?
- Thought I'd swing by and say howdy. - Out.
no matter what form it has been pressed into.
Half a day, maybe.
- We'll reassemble at the magic shop, see if... - Can't fight her.
Don'tyou?
Tara,
It's because of me.
No. No.