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SEBASTIAN: Someday perhaps, mother,

We cannot go on this way.

I've only become more capable.

or burned it to the ground.

my sister seems uncertain as to her role here,

(RAT SQUEAKING)

put you in this grave,

(THUNDER CRACKS)

She, alone, does.

- (PEOPLE CHEERING) - Let these refugees in.

That's what it is.

If you think this bunch of ill-trained geezers

Get behind me, child.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

There's plenty who pray to God

I have seen it.

You are a witch.

Everything I've done, I've done for love...

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

- (POUNDING ON DOOR) - Anne Hale!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

I think you hate what you've become.

No, dear Cotton,

It's time his body was found in the forest

In good time, all shall be revealed.

You shall never know her lips again.

Far, far more trustworthy than you.

- It's just you and me... - No. No.

I see your long entombment has not improved your mood.

I know you don't care,

If this is your love, I hope never to see your hate.

I have no intention of causing a scene here.