It was a miserable place. I was the manifestation of a curse that began long before Sayo or Ange were born and finally ended only with that fateful night.

[ Is Beatrice getting meta? A little. It's kind of her thing, after all. She raises her pipe and takes a lingering puff on it, idle. Then she stretches out a hand and clasps Anna's to give a gentle shake and a dignified curtsy. ]

A pleasure, Miss Amarande. I didn't know you had another girl living inside of you! Fascinating.