[The camera shows a much younger version of Oscar being pulled out of a room, worry and pain clear on his face. He's reaching out past a set of arms, calling out a name that can't be heard over the wails coming from the woman on the bed. Blood. So much blood.]
Lord Vessalius, you have to leave!
[Slam!]
[Now he's standing in a hall, facing the
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