....Father?

Hello? Anyone! [light muttering in Hungarian]

Surely -someone- speaks English around here...Latin? Erm--[more mutterings]

What -is- this...damned...-thing-...Someone could -please- help me, it's freezing, and...I think something
was..growling...out..there.

God in heaven.

Gabriel where are you when I need you...

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To see her again, only to have her torn from us...

Returned to death. The same for Marishka when she returns. And I. So I've seen...

Poor, wretched are we. Hah.

Such a -happy- month.

No, you may not touch my hair.

No, the jacket is -clearly- in use, and you may not borrow it.

No, I will not be disclosing any tidbits of my and Gabriel's life prior to our recent squabbles.

No, you may not spend 'private time' with my brides. Hands. Off. Wretches.

No, you may not touch my hair.

I loathe this day...

The City never tires of using illnesses to get the best of us.

I remember being afflicted with consumption many months ago. An undead, suffering a blood-coughing 'bug'? Irony of ironies.

None of my own had best be infected, or I shall be considerably put out...

I...loathe...this city.

How many indignities must one suffer? How many days spent--HUMILIATED by a span of foundation!

I will NOT spend another year behind these walls...I will claw out my eyes first. To hell with all of you.

Has all the noise quelled by now?

Honestly, you people.

Again, I miss the silence of the frozen walls in my fortress.

I am..intoxicated with decadence...

The smell alone--It...is exceedingly difficult to..control myself...

So fresh, hot, rushing--

I will be staying in...until...yes...

Hn--Little point to leaving--one of this persuasion shouldn't be around the City painted red like this.

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I do remember this curse. A yearly thing, isn't it--

Ridiculous, simple. Generally irritating.

Nothing to talk about.

Closer and closer to the second year mark.

I miss my daughter.

[Audio]
[Laughter, pure and simple]

[End Audio]

Marishka. Aleera. I believe a night to the Underground is in order.