[Good morning, Anatole. Have a live feed of three children--- two boys and a girl--- laying in still-smoldering ruins on the local church's desecrated altar. They clearly died with their arms around each other, mouths wide open in boundless pain and mind-numbing terror.]
[He lets this gruesomely heart-rending image persist for as long as humanly
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If it were really the truth, in this tide of the Mist, force of emotion might have him saying it aloud. But it was only true in a way.
In the way of still, still, leaving room for the possibility of salvation.
For treating her as if she were a person.
With a heart and a mind.
That however twisted could change.
Could want to be changed.
Be redeemed.
Could react to the idea of defeat with anything other than insanity and vengeance.
He'll never make that mistake again.]
She doesn't need to be found. Her identity is well known.
Stopping her is another matter.
I would not recommend you try it alone.
[Compelled truth]
If you're prepared to go to battle over it, we should talk.
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You know who did this.
[Not a question.]
Be he one of us?
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I would. Name the place and I'll be there.
[And then, because any rash impulses have just been curbed.]
...thank you for this.
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['And stop another three from being next'is the unspoken finish.]
Stay close to your guardians, little one. All the victims thus far have been children.
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At least children are easily reproduced.
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How very level-headed of you.
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[Maternal instinct and all that.]
[Beat. Trevor doesn't know if she, Deneve, and the rest of her 'guild' normally dabble in these affairs. But the offer is extended anyway.]
Join us, Helen.
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Jeez! How could somebody...?
Who's goin' after this sick fuck? 'Cuz I think I wanna be a part of that search party right the fuck now.
[Dead kids bring back unpleasant memories. This needs to be stopped yesterday.]
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A score of investigators are on their way to the church. I expect we'll commence the hunt afterwards. Let this knave know your wrath too.
[And your steel, if it comes to that.]
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