[center][h2]Bak Tsarevna[/h2][/center]

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"Tovarish wait, you are going much too quickly." Bak said, advancing after Clara until she caught up. "So we have new plan now, da? I am glad. I do not like to think of Gilliam eating people." She said, uncomfortably even talking about it. It was sorry to say but she and Gilliam were monsters, not to be held in much higher esteem than the imps that made this old building their home by regular people. They were held to a different standard. If a person committed murder they were thrown in jail. If a monster did that, though, they brought more than law against them. If a monster did wrong a hero rose up, and they would use their sword or powers or trickery to kill it. It is what happened in all the stories her mother had told her. She had always assumed that the only reason it did not happen to her was because she was easy to avoid and no one had been killed.

She did not want Gilliam to die. She did not want anyone to die, but no one courted death like him. 

Thinking of monsters, though, she caught the sing-song words of Mephisto's third resident monster echoing down the hall. She stopped and turned back, listening. Why must he always do this? If he wanted to fight he should just. If he wanted to talk he should just. Why all the singing? She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled down the hall, "Vittorio, why must you assault Vigilantes with sad poetry?"

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