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[center][color=seagreen][i]Alice Parker: Killgood's fifth daughter, unloved, [s]name changed to A[/s], wants to be free
Every executed blackened brings her closer to release; we should be at three
Three, the third—is it Shaun? Jezebel thinks so
She presents fast arguments until Krista stops her
She retorts with upright zeal, defending the boy
And so a battle of wits erupts! Quite a stir
Puns and insults, impulse with few results!
As it goes back and forth with force
[s]And then[/s] When a voice of reason strikes like yellow lightning!
—red rage consumes it, yelling and fighting
Back! As the accusing eyes fall upon the sharp eyes
Of the recon who vehemently denies
Isaiah! He holds out the key to our salvation!
Ah! But what is this murderous intention?
That I spy in his gaze, this predation?
No consideration, only acceleration
Revelation of secrets, provocation!
Who is he really? Who is Shaun?
What is this flow of accusation?
Such a hopeless situation...
[sub][sub](After this I might need cardiopulmonary resuscitation!)[/sub][/sub][/i][/color][/center]

[color=seagreen]“...Zachary, I share your desperation!”[/color]

[center][color=seagreen][i]Erin Steele...it is true!
The mask falls, the façade is through...
Madness! Madness!
No one is who they seem!
Who can one trust when the dust—
—is cleared?[/i][/color][/center]

[color=seagreen]“Who...?”[/color]