Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[screaming]
Do not compound my failure with your own.
No lid.
[footsteps thumping]
Seven souls for one.
[breathes deeply]
Your child. Filomena.
We can stop it.
♪ Praise the Moon of Mene ♪
[tranquil music]
♪ I'll know her kiss before I die ♪
Your violence is like kindness in the shadow of my rage.
[Sylvion] Moon children.
Not like this.
Made herself a god so she might never be alone.
♪ Our queen, the goddess of the night ♪
Selemene. The usurper.
[yells]
[Selemene gasps]
War. That isn't who we are.
[gags]
They did this.