Preferable... You have a point. It's good that we do not fear each other... Though you'd have a better chance of killing me than most.
[She talks of her own demise mischievously where it could almost be called unnerving. She leans forward, resting her face in her hands and elbows on her knees.]
In your hunting ground that you called Yharnam, were there no other flowers? None that bloomed such as I?
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[She talks of her own demise mischievously where it could almost be called unnerving. She leans forward, resting her face in her hands and elbows on her knees.]
In your hunting ground that you called Yharnam, were there no other flowers? None that bloomed such as I?