"B-but we can't fight her! It's Scarlet!" Twiss said in disbelief as she struggled to draw her blade with quivering hands. Scarlet sneered as if she'd never known them, her eyes an unnatural, rot-blotched purple. A tear winds its way down Horace's cheek.
"We have to Twiss, Sylas. She's not our Scarlet anymore, but she is our responsibility."

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