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Episode Fifty-One: DEVOTED

 

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Manipulation, Violence, Mortal Injury, Pursuit, Fire

 

Guide:

How are you doing, Mother? It’s taking Stranger a lot longer than the other visits, I know. I don’t know, I guess it takes longer to get the ear of the Queen than check your inbox or something. Oh, ah- one of my copies is on a tour right now and it’s just about to get to your daughter. Yeah, there she is. Perfect as ever, Mother. Not to worry. You’ll see her again soon. I- Oh, I think he’s back. This might be it, Mother. Wish me luck.

[The door opens]

Stranger:

Alright, out with you. Best not to keep a Queen waiting.

Guide:

So, we’ve got a meeting? We-

Stranger:

Move. Quickly now. There’s some things I need to go over and we haven’t much time. Follow me. Now, firstly, you are to use the terms “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace” when addressing the Queen. Our Queen is less fussed about such things than some, but there are still standards to be kept. Second: do not lie to Their Majesty. They will know. They will not be amused. Lastly: if you are asked a question or instructed to provide an answer three times you will answer. No matter how little you wish to divulge said answer, upon the third asking you will provide it. Do you understand?

Guide:

I- Fine. Sure.

Stranger:

Do you understand?

Guide:

Yes, yes! You don’t have to do the… three times thing on me.

Stranger:

I hope not. For your sake.

Guide:

Is that really all the rules you have for me? I kind of thought there was going to be more.

Stranger:

Those are the three most consistent. Others change with the whims of our Queen, but those will always be.

Guide:

Okay. Uhh… Thanks. For this, I know you didn’t want to set this up, so-

Stranger:

Do not thank me. I’ve done you no service here.

Guide:

Fine. Are you coming in with us, or-

Stranger:

No. It will be a private audience, as tends to be the case of late.

Guide:

Okay. Well, been nice… not getting to know you at all, Stranger.

Stranger:

You seem nice, Guide. It’s a shame you’re also suicidal.

Guide:

No. No, I knew a guy who was. This isn’t that. I’m not doing this for me, I’m doing it for the people I care about.

Stranger:

Sure. Okay. Just- don’t dilly-dally any longer, now.

Guide:

Let’s go, Mother.

[Enormous wooden doors creak open ominously]

Guide:

The Clockwork Mother and the Guide inside her head stepped into the grand hall as the door swung shut behind them. The hall was slightly larger than the Guide had expected, and less ostentatiously decorated than one might expect from the hall of a Queen. Strangely, despite the fact that they were deep within a mountain, the walls and floor were covered in their entirety with thick, powerful tree roots. It was utterly empty, but for a chair at the far end, which itself seemed to be an extension of the roots. And sat upon that chair was someone who could only have been the Queen of the Summer Sun, a- uhh. An individual, who… was more…

The Queen:

Why have you stopped? I was enjoying your description of my hall.

Guide:

Oh. I didn’t know I was saying that out loud.

The Queen:

You were not.

Guide:

Oh.

The Queen:

Continue. You were just about to describe my form.

Guide:

Okay, I… The Queen sat on a throne made from the roots of the trees which made up the walls and floor. It was simple, and yet somehow ornate as well, and not carved: it was more like the roots had been coaxed into-

The Queen:

You appear to be describing my chair. I asked you to describe me. Do not make me ask again.

Guide:

I… Your Majesty I wouldn’t know where to start.

The Queen:

Oh yes?

Guide:

Well, I mean, everyone I’ve seen since I’ve been here is beautiful, and you’re no exception, you’re even moreso- not that I’d even be interested if that was a possibility, even. But… I don’t know, I guess when I heard the word “Queen” I pictured… But you’re… I’m not-

The Queen:

Would you like me to explain how my people reproduce?

Guide:

No?

The Queen:

Then we had best move on. Tell me what you know of my “family”.

Guide:

Yes. That, well, that’s complicated. I-

The Queen:

Tell me what you know of my-

Guide:

I am! Jeez, you’re quick on the draw with the… three times thing, I… Ok. The “family” thing was on account  of an invocation of my True Name. I couldn’t give specifics, but now I can.

The Queen:

And?

Guide:

I’m here to talk to you about your child.

[The Queen exhales shakily, an ambiguous and unsettling sound]

The Queen:

My child?

Guide:

I… I don’t know what… well, pronouns to use for… them. We’ve been calling them the Man with a Voice like Honey and Chocolate and Coffee all at once for a while, but a… an old friend of theirs told me that they used to be a she, but looking back, when I met them they didn’t-

The Queen:

YOU MET MY CHILD?

Guide:

Ah! Yes! I- it was a while ago now, I didn’t know who they were, I- I was going through some stuff of my own at the time, and I didn’t really think too much about who this person was until it was- ah, until they’d left. We’ve- my friends and I, we’ve kind of been looking for them ever since- well, really we’ve been looking for the Curator, that’s another friend of ours, but the Man- uh, your child, they’re also, ah, part of that, so- But, uhh, yes, I met your child. We spent some time together, I kind of helped them even though I didn’t know what they were doing- I still don’t really know what they were doing- and they wound up helping me a little in return.

The Queen:

You helped my child.

Guide:

Yes! Yes, I did… And, before this meeting I kind of thought of that as… not quite a trump card but a point in my favour, but now I’m realising that I actually have no idea if it’s that at all.

The Queen:

You understand little, it seems.

Guide:

Yes. Yes, you are absolutely right. I have no idea what’s going on. Hell, there’s two whole separate goings on at the moment that I don’t understand. I don’t know what your child wanted with the Museum, I don’t know if it has anything to do with the other thing, I know nothing. Why don’t you go ahead and explain some things then, because you’re clearly more across all of this than I am.

The Queen:

Did this… Man seem happy?

Guide:

[Sigh] I don’t know. I was preoccupied, and I was even worse at understanding people than I am now, so I couldn’t really tell you.

The Queen:

What is it you helped him do?

Guide:

Like I said. I don’t really know. Well, the mechanics of it appear to be that I helped him perform some kind of… spell on a mirror, which turned every mirror in the Museum into a portal to other places. Presumably he wanted to get to one of them? He may have kidnapped our Curator- again, we’re in the dark. I’d kind of hoped that you’d-

The Queen:

And you came through one of these “portals”?

Guide:

Yes. Uh, we call them Glassways. Why-

The Queen:

Did he, also?

Guide:

…Yes. Not with us, actually a few months before us, but yes. He seems to have gone through a number of them in order to cover his tracks by being seen in multiple places at once. Although, here he also stopped to say hello to an old friend.

The Queen:

[Disgusted] That thing. After all this time, he would still prefer the company of a creature like that over his own family, his Place.

Guide:

I guess so, I mean… Wait, so you didn’t see him? [Beat] Sorry, sorry! I’m just- trying to put some pieces together, it’s kind of hard when you don’t even know what the pieces are. The Beast- that is, your child’s friend- said that they parted ways a long time ago because your child wanted to go back to you. As if, their time together was just a youthful phase or something. But you, the two of you… He’s gone again, isn’t he? You don’t know where he is.

The Queen:

It is not your place to ask questions of me.

Guide:

Well, sorry, but if I’m going to help you I kind of need to have a clearer picture of things.

The Queen:

Help… me?

Guide:

Yeah, it’s kind of what I try to do. Mixed results, but what are you going to do? So… Can I just make sure I’ve got some things straight? Your child, a long time ago, was a bit of a wild thing. Left to go and live in the woods with the Beast. Then, your child came back, leaving the Beast behind. And at some point, there’s some kind of split between you, and they go gallivanting around Earth and who-knows-where else, eventually coming to my Museum. What am I missing?

The Queen:

You will be missing all of your senses, all memory of joy, the sensation of the sun on your skin if you continue to speak to me in this way.

Guide:

Right. I do take your point. But I am technically already missing all of those things.

The Queen:

I will find ways.

Guide:

Okay. Sorry, I- Your Grace. I do apologise for my… tone, I’m just trying to get a handle on this.

The Queen:

You come thrice to my realm, consort with the creature that took my child from me, invoke my lost child in order to goad me into meeting you, and now you insult me further with your flippancy.

Guide:

I’m not trying to insult you! I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on! I really, really don’t mean to be rude but whatever… schism there is between you and your child, it’s kind of affecting me and the people I care about too. So I’m here to try and resolve whatever it is, so we can all just move on.

The Queen:

Resolve? You seek to… resolve this schism you perceive between us?

Guide:

If that’ll put an end to all this, then sure! Why not? And again I am sorry if that isn’t the appropriate way to- ooph

[A slamming, scraping, crunching sound]

Guide:

Mother, are you alright?

The Queen:

You seek to “resolve” something that began an aeon before you were stardust in the breeze. Truly, the bottomless, endless arrogance of the mortal is a sight grander than any within my realm.

Guide:

Please, I’m sorry, I-

The Queen:

You ought to consider yourselves lucky that whatever meagre inconvenience my child rendered upon you ended as it did. That you and your kind do not suffer an endless enslavement or greater incomprehensibility is the sign of true mercy- do not mistake it for weakness, for my child has none. I raised a disappointment, a failure, a useless impertinent fool, but I DID NOT RAISE A WEAKLING.

Guide:

Please, I- this body isn’t mine! We’re separate, and- and she’s got a daughter! She’s a parent, like you!

[Beat]

The Queen:

You would really attempt such a naked and pathetic appeal?

Guide:

I don’t know, I’ll probably try anything at this point.

The Queen:

Whatever this metal form you inhabit may be, parent or not, it has borne you here today and thus is just as deserving as you.

Guide:

Well then so is your child!

The Queen:

…What.

Guide:

Think about it. If the Man with the Voice hadn’t created the Glassways, I wouldn’t be here now. So if my friend is guilty and deserving of punishment, so is your child.

The Queen:

…You are… clever, Guide.

Guide:

I’ve made enough mistakes to start learning from them, let’s put it that way. Can’t say I actually expected that one to work, though.

The Queen:

You are correct. If I punished the one who bears you, I would have to punish my child as well.

Guide:

…Your people are very specific in your rules, aren’t you.

The Queen:

Excuse me?

Guide:

Never mind. So, you and your child- there was a falling out of sorts, right?

The Queen:

…Of sorts. My child was… is… special. There was always greatness in their stars, power and joy and importance beyond measure.

Guide:

What happened?

The Queen:

They were more interested in the first two than the latter.

Guide:

They didn’t want to be important?

The Queen:

They did not want the importance that was destined for them.

Guide:

I don’t understand.

The Queen:

My child would be the child of the Queen, Guide.

Guide:

Oh. Oh, the Man with the Voice is… what, a Fairy Prince?

The Queen:

Of a sort. That is the way of things. My child, however, did not like this vision of the future. As some sort of childish outburst, they ran off to the woods and lived with a freak for some time. But then the power within them began to grow stronger. They could sense their destiny calling. And so they returned to me, that I might nurture that power, that it might blossom into something beautiful.

Guide:

What power? Is this, like, political power or-

The Queen:

My child has always had a way with words. From the first babble, there was… an intoxicating way to them that could captivate a soul. It wasn’t until they were older that we realised we had been mistaken. It is not so much the words they use, but the way they use them. Employ them. You see, my child can see you, Guide. To be seen by them is to be seen to the very heart of you. They look deep within you, and they know you, and then they know the words to use.

Guide:

Oh. So, they can read minds? Kind of?

The Queen:

No. It is more that they can read Hearts. They read your Heart, and then they Know you. They know the True you.

Guide:

As in… your True Name?

The Queen:

…The similarities are so scant they may as well not exist.

Guide:

Wow. Okay, is… is that how they can manipulate people? Is that where the whole “Voice like Honey and Chocolate and Coffee” thing comes from, it’s not just their voice but the way they can use words to… manipulate.

The Queen:

Yes. That is correct.

Guide:

And that’s why they left the Beast. To come back to you and hone that skill.

The Queen:

Yes. As the power grew within them, they realised how sorely they were limiting themself by living in the wilderness with a savage monster that could barely think, let alone speak. And so they returned, as I had always known they would.

Guide:

But then they left again.

The Queen:

…Yes.

Guide:

Because they only wanted you for your ability to make them more powerful. They didn’t actually want to stay, they just wanted to be able to be even more free than before.

The Queen:

[Sucking air through teeth] Guide. Do not-

Guide:

Yes! Sorry, I know, it’s just… It’s just such a relief to actually get some answers, it’s been such a runaround for so long. Oh. Oh, and that’s why everything here is the way it is, isn’t it. You trained your child to be this incredible, powerful manipulator. And then they betrayed you. And now you’re afraid they might come back.

The Queen:

My child has betrayed me twice. A third would be the last.

Guide:

What is it with you people and threes…

The Queen:

What?

 

Guide:

Nothing. So, that’s it? You and your child, you’re just at odds forever now, or-

The Queen:

That is not my wish. I would much prefer we were reunited and that my child could take their rightful place at my side.

Guide:

I mean… if they don’t want that, though, that’s  the same thing as being at odds forever, isn’t it?

The Queen:

And that’s where you come in.

Guide:

I- excuse me?

The Queen:

You have assisted my child before. A debt is owed. And you will call in that favour.

Guide:

Why would I do that? What favour are you- what?

The Queen:

Take this.

Guide:

A box, where did that even come from- what’s inside?

The Queen:

Take it. Open it.

Guide:

Okay. Mother, just… carefully. A bell?

The Queen:

Ring it thrice, and my child will be summoned to you. It cannot be resisted, for a debt is owed.

Guide:

Why do you keep saying that, I don’t-

The Queen:

Now pick up the bell and ring it.

Guide:

I’m not sure this is-

The Queen:

Do as your Queen commands.

Guide:

No, I’m-

[The doors swing open again. Footsteps running.]

The Queen:

How dare you intrude upon-

Stranger:

My utmost apologies my lady but there is an intruder in the palace. You must get to safety.

The Queen:

An intruder? Who would dare to- You…

Guide:

Honestly, I didn’t mean for this to happen.

The Queen:

You would bring that thing into my palace?

Guide:

Again, I didn’t, it’s doing this of its own volition. Nothing to do with me.

The Queen:

Return the metal thing to its cell. We will continue this anon.

Stranger:

Yes, Your Grace. Come on, move.

Guide:

Lovely meeting you, Your Majesty.

The Queen:

This will not be the last time we speak. I suggest your grow a respectful tongue in the interim.

Guide:

Yeah I’ll keep that in mind.

[The door slams shut]

Stranger:

Come on, this way. The damn thing’s close, who knows how it got inside.

Guide:

Maybe it’s smarter than you gave it credit for.

Stranger:

I doubt that very much, I- what is that?

Guide:

What?

Stranger:

That box, did Their Majesty give you that?

Guide:

Honestly, I think they might have forgotten about it in the commotion.

Stranger:

Well give it here, quick.

Guide:

…I’d like to hang onto it, actually.

Stranger:

Don’t be a damn fool, this isn’t the time!

Guide:

Fine. Okay, here you go- Now, Mother!

[A heavy impact. Stranger lets out a snarl of pain and surprise, then another impact as he hits a wall.]

Guide:

Run! Quickly, do you remember the way to the entrance? This is probably our best chance. Not sure how we’ll find our way back through the rings, but we have to try. Once we make it out of the perimeter we can-

THE BEAST:

And what if somebody is already inside that perimeter?

Guide:

Beast? Beast, what are you doing up there? Hell, what are you doing here, this is insane.

THE BEAST:

Helping you, silly. Quickly, this way. Heh. We lost him.

Guide:

Beast, this is- we can handle ourselves, get out of here before you get even more hurt.

THE BEAST:

Pah. I’m fine. Blood’s pumping more than it has in a long while. This way, come on. You know, it’s not that I didn’t believe you, but it is strange to see you here when I left you back at the lake- eh, sorry about that. Was in a rush, wanted to use all my legs, you know.

Guide:

It’s, uh, fine, I guess. I’m still on the lakeside, by the way, there’s a very strange little… frog-turtle thing down by the water, washing its- oh its wings, that’s… confusing.

THE BEAST:

Blah. Taste awful, those things.

Guide:

Yes, of course that’s- sorry, where are we going?

THE BEAST:

Ha! Little secret between me and my friend. You’re the only one who- well, wait, is this your body or someone else, she's holding a box but it's different to your usual one.

Guide:

No, this is a friend of mine. I’m inside her head.

THE BEAST:

Okay. Well, she’s quiet. What’s your name-

Guide:

Beast. Where are we going?

THE BEAST:

Right. Sorry. Through here.

Guide:

What is this, a bedroom? I don’t- [a sliding, grinding sound] Oh. Secret tunnel. Okay, how did… Oh, this is your friend’s room, isn’t it?

THE BEAST:

Yes. Lots of dust, eh? Long time since anyone’s been here. Probably kept it out of… feelings, or something. Bet they never found the tunnel, though. My friend was always one step ahead.

Guide:

I thought your friend always came to you, not the other way around.

THE BEAST:

Yeah, tunnel was more of an exit than an entrance. I got brought here once or twice when I was small enough to hide, but I got a good memory so I still remember the ways.

Guide:

Huh. I didn’t- Right, you’re right Mother, we should keep moving.

THE BEAST:

Why’s the metal lady flapping her hands?

Guide:

Don’t worry about that, just close that behind us okay?

THE BEAST:

Yep, here we go.

Guide:

Okay- oh. It’s not as dark as I expected.

THE BEAST:

Light up ahead. Not a very long tunnel.

Guide:

Oh. I’d kind of hoped that this would take us a bit further.

THE BEAST:

Takes us plenty far, stop complaining.

Guide:

Don’t tell me to stop complaining, you and I are not- We’re almost out, never mind.

THE BEAST:

Mind your head there, metal lady. Wouldn’t want to-

Guide:

Quiet! We don’t know who could be out there, I- wait. Is this…

THE BEAST:

Welcome back to my wood, little friend!

Guide:

This is… Where are we?

THE BEAST:

Not too far from the place you and your humans first arrived.

Guide:

But… it took us days to get to the Keep from here, this doesn’t make sense- okay, now that I say it, yeah that’s par for the course, never mind.

THE BEAST:

Well! That’s over. How about we go back to my den, and-

Guide:

No! No, I’m… the two of us should probably get back to the Glassway and get home.

THE BEAST:

Right. Okay. Well, I guess.. I’ll leave you to it.

Guide:

[Sigh] Beast?

THE BEAST:

Yes?

 

Guide:

Could you… Everything here looks the same. Do you think you could give us some directions back to the Glassway?

THE BEAST:

Ha! Sure, not too far, but happy to be your guide again! This way, come on now!

Guide:

Keep an eye on it, Mother. I think it genuinely wants to help me, but I’m not making any assumptions about… Did you hear that?

THE BEAST:

Hear what?

Guide:

Nothing. There’s… nothing.

THE BEAST:

Huh. Yeah… that’s…  RUN.

[A woosh of fire explodes from every direction. The Beast and Mother’s footsteps thrash through the undergrowth for a few seconds. Then- the sound of an arrow taking flight, and hitting its mark in flesh. The Beast lets out an animalistic roar of pain and fury.]

THE BEAST:

Argh- stinging little… keep going, don’t-

Stranger:

[Distant, liltingly, like a song but without a tune.] Unless you know the Woody Way, the Wood is where you shall remain.

Guide:

Mother, the Glassway is just there, it’s only a little-

Stranger:

[Much closer] And if my wood is where you are, you won’t make it very far. Hello, Guide. Lovely night for a stroll, isn’t it?

THE BEAST:

LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE!

Stranger:

We’ll get to you soon enough, thing.

Guide:

We just want to leave, Stranger. This doesn’t have to-

Stranger:

Guide, I admit. I don’t fully know what is happening here, what you and The Majesty spoke of and so forth. But I know that if My Queen wanted you to leave, you wouldn’t be sneaking off with the same monster that corrupted the Heir. I don’t want to hurt you- but I don’t have to. You will come with me, one way or another. All that can change is- Aargh-

[The Beast snarls, then whimpers at another impact.]

Guide:

The Bracelet- Mother, stop! Beast, don’t, you can’t hurt him!

[The Beast roars as it makes another attack, then screams as Stranger effortlessly counters and sends it sprawling across the ground.]

Stranger:

Yes. Your plight, as you can see, is doubly helpless. I cannot be harmed, thanks to this nifty little trinket you brought. And I cannot harm you- permanently, that is. Do you feel the heat closing in?

Guide:

Not really, but I’m aware of the temperature rising. Doesn’t feel very Fairy-like to set fire to a forest.

Stranger:

We set nothing. The Faerie Fire simply comes from within the trees when it is bidden, and does as it is told. Burn, Unburn. It would be quite painful, but if we will it, only temporary. Of course, temporary is however long we want it to be. It doesn’t mean brief. You see, when I say that this is our wood, I mean it. Every part of this place belongs to the Queen, and as their

loyal servant I command it. I travel as I please. I know where unwelcome elements are at all times. And, if I will it, I can burn them from the inside out.

THE BEAST:

THIS IS MY WOOD. RAAARGH-

[Another brief clash. This time, the sound of tearing flesh. The Beast’s cries are reduced to ragged breaths.]

Guide:

Mother we have to do something, I can’t- oh. Oh, Mother you’re so clever, I could kiss you if either of us had lips.

Stranger:

I think that’ll do for now. Now as for you, my patience is wearing thin. I don’t want to make you come back to the Keep, but if I have to I’ll- What is that? What’s the metal lady holding?

Guide:

What does it look like she’s holding?

Stranger:

A bell.

Guide:

Yes. A very special bell. If it rings, it’ll summon your Queen’s child.

Stranger:

What?

Guide:

You heard me. The Queen said so themself, with no reason to lie. That bell rings and the Heir to this realm will come calling. And I don’t think you want that, do you? Because you know what they can do.

Stranger:

You’re bluffing.

Guide:

You know I’m not. I’m sure there’s some Fae sense or the Wood will tell you or whatever. I’m not lying.

Stranger:

Well then you’re a fool. She is out of place here, all I have to do is will it and she won’t be able to move a pinky. She’ll be floating in midair before you can so much as-

Guide:

Yeah, but she’s holding the bell very delicately, isn’t she? And she’s made of brass, freshly polished before we came here. Probably almost no friction to her fingertips. Maybe you could freeze her, but if you jostle her or the bell slips out of her grasp and the clapper hits the side…

Stranger:

You- you’re-

Guide:

I am not. Bluffing. Get out of our way.

Stranger:

Stand down. All of you, stand down!

Guide:

I didn’t even know there were others here, jeez. Mother, you do have a good grip on that, right? Not that I don’t trust you, but… Yeah, okay, gentle signing, gently now! You. Back off.

Stranger:

This isn’t over, Guide. Not by a-

Guide:

Not by a long shot, yeah, I bet. Beast? Beast, can you… are you okay?

THE BEAST:

[Panting, exertion]

Guide:

Come on, the Glassway’s just over this way. All of you! Get out of here, back to your damn keep, or we ring the bell!

Stranger:

Guide… How about we make a deal?

Guide:

I don’t make deals with fairies. Piss off.

Stranger:

Ha. Good call. See you soon, then. Guide.

Guide:

He’s gone. Beast? Are you… look, you can come through the Glassway if you want. We’ve got doctors who- well, there’s Xenobiologists who might be able to help. Remove the arrows at least, take a look at the older wounds-

THE BEAST:

Ha. Nah, not for me. I’ll be fine. Don’t need… Don’t need…

Guide:

I… I don’t think you are, Beast. Really, you… if you want, you could… and Stranger and all the rest, they’ll probably step up their attempts to catch you now. It’s probably not safe for you here anymore.

THE BEAST:

Nah. My turf… Where I belong. Wouldn’t leave it for…

Guide:

The fire’s getting close, come on. Should have told them to put it out, god damn literal-minded- Come on, the Glassway’s right here.

THE BEAST:

Guide… I’m sorry… I don’t know if I’ll be able to grab the other you… that’s by the lake. Might be stuck there for a while.

Guide:

That’s… That’s fine. I can actually just delete that copy. Don’t worry about it?

THE BEAST:

You… Since when?

Guide:

I don’t know, a little while ago now. It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re in multiple places at once.

THE BEAST:

So… If my company’s so terrible… how come you didn’t delete that you as soon as you figured out how?

Guide:

I… I don’t know.

THE BEAST:

Heh… Hahahahaha…. I think I have some idea.

[The fire grows louder, closer]

Guide:

Beast…

THE BEAST:

Through you go now. Back to your humans. And you, metal lady? Take good care of the little one for me, won’t you? It’s very important. Yeah, I’ll take the hand things as a yes.

Guide:

Beast, you don’t have to-

THE BEAST:

Feel like I don’t have to worry about you hearing this, so… Mistholme, I rescind all my control over you. You’re a free… Guide.

Guide:

Beast-

THE BEAST:

Bye for now.

Guide:

BEAST-

[Glassway transition sound

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