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Chiara glared, sighing softly as she swung her cane again, watching the movement through the air before turning her attention back to the bound Farah.
"Because, nena, Those people are using you. Don't you see? They are afraid of you. Of us."
She smiled, putting her hands to Farah's face again. "Pretty things like you don't deserve to be used. We could be powerful. We could have control of this godforsaken world."