Baghra: Oh, Aleksander. Where's the girl, your Healer?
Aleksander: Dead. She died because of me.
Baghra: She died because they always do; they're not as strong as you and me.
Aleksander: You're the one who taught me how to kill, Mother. Their blood is on your hands as much as mine.
Baghra: I taught you so you could protect yourself. Not them. I told you as much, but you are so stubborn. You wouldn't listen. Maybe you will now.
