[That's more like it. A wild animal's frenzied snapping suits Kanon much better than quibbling and crying. As if to encourage her, Lobelia claps his hands.]
Bonne fille! If you lose heart now, we'll never have our chance to tear oiseaux maudits apart feather by feather. Don't let them carve the passion from your soul!
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Bonne fille! If you lose heart now, we'll never have our chance to tear oiseaux maudits apart feather by feather. Don't let them carve the passion from your soul!