Raze Page #2

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Unlike the rest of you

I f***ing love it.

None of this makes any sense...

none of it.

Cry. Cry. Cry.

We have to figure out what

the reasoning is for this.

If we can figure out the

reasoning, then we could talk to them.

Listen, we're all in the same...

I'm not in the same anything...

not with you.

I shouldn't have listened to

those people.

I should have kept talking to him.

If I had kept talking to him, he

wouldn't have gone down in the box.

Why did he go down in the box?

Ooh-whee!

Looks like someone's off her meds.

Stop it!

We need to find a way out!

You know what? Good idea.

You grab the keys, rain man over

here can grab a gun, and

"we're all in the same whatever"

can call the cops.

Sound good?

She's trying to intimidate you.

Damn.

You're both gonna be fun to wax.

- If you lost them all.

- Are you saying you're gonna kill me?

I'm saying you sound scared.

- I sound scared?

- Yeah. Really?

"How many more do I have to kill?"

Ah, boo-f***ing-hoo.

F*** you.

We all heard you screaming

like a little girl.

I'm scared? Really?

I'm scared?

Cody's right.

We have to find a way out.

It's not that simple.

We're probably being monitored right now...

every word, every move.

Greetings, Victors.

We have goaded the initiates

from their homes in frenzy.

We lead our maenads into battle

with one another,

beast within every maenad

made wild by the frenzy.

Make the whole earth...

Thunder with your rhythm,

with thundering shouts and screams,

tearing creatures limb from limb

with their bare hands.

Initiates... Fighters.

Ladies, please forgive the semantics.

We tend to get a bit excited

during these times.

M-mm. M-mm.

Ff the 50 that we've gathered,

fewer than half of you remain,

and we like to bring you here,

six at a time, intimately, to behold you.

I know how it feels to be where you are...

the rush of fear, the helplessness.

You don't have to be helpless.

That's all over now.

Oh, look, sweetie.

Wasn't she your pick?

Indeed, she was... and is.

M-mm.

And my favorite's here, too.

And how you won... feigning

surrender only to betray her.

I cherish the devious fighters.

To be a woman,

you have to be devious in this world.

I agree.

I still prefer Phoebe, however,

for all of her bar fights and jail time,

setting fire to the tails of dogs.

M-mm.

And, of course,

I can understand wanting to try,

but no one's ever escaped,

I'm afraid.

My husband has run this

organization for a long time.

For thousands of years.

And his father ran the organization

before him and his father before him,

et cetera, et cetera.

But make no mistake.

This is not about me or my bloodline.

This is about you...

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