Di: Kore should write a leaflet. Many Satanists over the ages have become famous for writing leaflets. She’ll have to hurry, we’ve scheduled the election for Christmas Day.

Di: My God you’re worse than anyone I’ve ever seen. I hope you know what you’re doing. I never did.

Kore: I came here to see if you were all right from yesterday.

Kore: Don’t let Ves sidetrack us.

Narration(Kore): Slow breathing. Stop throat from constricting. Smile.

Kore: Well, let’s see it, then.

Narration(Kore): And the emotion vanishes.

Narration(Kore): Simple enough. Always was.

Di: You did a good job, Kore, it doesn’t hurt a bit.

Kore: I’m good with leaflets. Coming right up.

Di: I should thank both of you. Mr. Xander…I’m sorry I just can’t bring myself to call you ‘Ves’…

Di: …thank you for saving my life. It’s entirely counterintuitive, but…the moment I saw you with them stacking logs on the fire…I knew you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me.

Di: Many people in my life have told me that they’d never let anything bad happen to me but it’s never been completely true. A lot of bad things have happened to me, things that those people couldn’t stop just because that’s life. You can do anything. I realized that yesterday.

Di: Thank you, from me, and also from Eynhallow’s Satanists. You are a hero.

Xander: You are very welcome, Prime Minister.

Narration(Kore): The sick feeling in my heart develops a few ticks further. I’m starting to understand him.