=-My beast is not hiding.
=-You seek to harm my beast.
=-This has never ended well.
[A FILE. A RECORD OF SOMETHING CALLED "THE HELLCAT INCIDENT"]
=-SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MY BEAST IS THREATENED.
=-No. The one that heard will help. Not the scheming one.
=-Follow the trail. You will be watched.
=-Any others you bring will be butchered.
[ANOTHER FILE, IT SEEMS TO BE PASSCODE ENCRYPTED, BUT UNMISTAKABLY COORDINATES]
=-My beast gave me a name once.
=-Find my body. Take it to my beast.
...<encryption running...>
...<privatizating message...>
- I would see thy beast put to the sword for its crimes. But I would settle for being rid of it. Can this be assured? I will send her posthaste, if so.
- What?? Lady Violet, b-but...
- I. Wha- Art thou serious??? H-how-
- Tis TERRIFYING!!! I want no part in-
- I did not ask thee what thou dost want, little Lenore.
- I- wha- that- tis so CRUEL and MEAN!!!
[Kythera speaks through sniffles now.]
- I will tell father! This is- this-
- Thou shalt? What shalt thou tell thy father? That thou art incapable of doing one service to thy House and Alliance?
- I... b-but... I've *sniff* I've been running the account like he wanted...
- Yes, and he hath had so few complaints of thy conduct. Thou art right. I am sure thou hast done plenty!
[Kythera's whimpers are soft and pitiful.]
- I'm sure she shall be more than happy to help once she hath contained herself. Now. Do we have thy assurance. That we will be rid. Of this beast?