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[Selemene gasps]
Not like this.
War. That isn't who we are.
No lid.
Made herself a god so she might never be alone.
[footsteps thumping]
Your child. Filomena.
Seven souls for one.
[Sylvion] Moon children.
We can stop it.
♪ I'll know her kiss before I die ♪
They did this.
[gags]
[breathes deeply]
Selemene. The usurper.
[tranquil music]
♪ Our queen, the goddess of the night ♪
Do not compound my failure with your own.
[yells]
♪ Praise the Moon of Mene ♪
[screaming]
Your violence is like kindness in the shadow of my rage.