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the child will be my Filomena, as I remember her.
Not a vision, not even a dream, not so much as a feeling.
Who kneels before the Solar Throne?
Preposterous.
-Great? -Pretty good, anyway.
and they knew what love there may have been had passed.
When this is over, this is over. The souls will be released.
[rasping in distance]
There is nothing I would not.
The container is mystically bound to me.
So be it.
[growling]
But I do, Majesty. He's going to prove himself a liar.
[Selemene] Is it just as you imagined?
Davion.
[Mirana] We know the dragon souls are in your possession.
Nothing.
[sighs]
wandering without the power Selemene once granted.
[eerie music]
You see my prison. You failed to see my fortress.
His demon. You attacked the Nightsilver Woods.