Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She is a perfect, all-encompassing light, one you should feel honoured to be bathed in.
We can't stay here. It's too close to the wreck. We're too easy to find.
- Thought I'd swing by and say howdy. - Out.
It's nothing compared to the little bits we'll get chopped into when they kickthe door in.
No. No.
They were fools. They thought they could harness its power for the forces of light.
Tara,
The secret to any successful migration.
What madness would move me to such action?
- Not really my colour, anyway. - Oh, yes. Inappropriate humour.
He understands me.
Lounging about unattended?
That guy is bloodsuckin' the last nerve outta me.
Maybe later.
Well, how isn't important. All that matters is that the two of you are safe.
- I don't know, he just freaked out. - Let me out.
It's because of me.
- That's not how it works. - Yes. Of course.
The link must be severed. Such is the will of God.
no matter what form it has been pressed into.
Horsies.
- We'll reassemble at the magic shop, see if... - Can't fight her.
Now might be a good time for something heroic.
Poor frightened girl.
- Weapons? - Hello. You're driving one.
Half a day, maybe.
You're the Key. Go. Before she finds you. She's here.
The little girl.
Don'tyou?
- I'm sorry. - What for?
Arrows. They're throwing arrows.
- It's all my fault. - No, it isn't.
The walls separating realities will crumble.