“We wouldn't be the lovely, monstrous things we are, would…” — On a Dark, Cold Night at 20:43
“We wouldn't be the lovely, monstrous things we are, would we? We might as well be stone. Look down there. Do you see them? There they are. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. Maybe thousands or more. It's hard to tell from all the way up here on the castle roof. Down below. They are marching out of the Forgotten Forest and…”
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