Leonard: Lilith, please. Dearest.
Lilith: Dearest, is it? What of my sister? What of sweet Jane? Are they not your dearest too? Seems you have so many of us, too many to keep count. Does that not just gnaw away at you, Leonard? Eat at your insides like rats? It shall from now on.
Lilith placed a Pestilence Curse on Leonard, and locked him away in Lady Jane’s room.














