Story
Prologue Cultist
Last Dance (12)
- A little bob of the head.
- A sway of the hips.
- But I know better.
- Come on, Lavender. Will you dance with me?
- Go on then. They're waiting for you.
- I can see it in your eyes… the yearning.
- I like the way you dance, Lavender.
- Perhaps we’ll dance again once this is all over?
- The others think you’re shy.
- Yes, that’s it.
- You are dancing, in your own way.
- That's it? We're done?
Greeting (1)
- Lavender... we're ready for you.