*Lecter looks over at Hanna* Lecter: I would like to talk to you. Alone. *turns back to Mergoux* Lecter: Looks like you have a story to tell. If there's a threat, we deserve to know.
*Karma lands outside the front door to the Room and stares at it*
*Lecter nods* Lecter: I heard it. What did it mean? *glances back at Jillian* Lecter: She grabbed Mergoux and pinned her. She seemed interested in her wounds. And her eye, take a look for yourself.
*Karma flies in circles around the Room, keeping watch for anything*
*Lecter nods to Jillian* Lecter: Those knights we killed came back. Now they'll stay down. After that, Hanna had... an episode, she grabbed Mergoux. Karma stopped it before anything serious could happen. And Silvan is dead now too.
*Lecter shakes his head* Lecter: Karma is my bird. A Devil Hunter in her own right, which means that she is dangerous. But I can guarantee that she will never lay a mortal wound, unless it is on something that deserves it. She clawed Hanna to protect you, Mergoux. As for you, Iris, she was retaliating against you.
*Lecter sighs* Lecter: Do not threaten or insult Karma. She reacts poorly. You're better off staring at her feet, and staying quiet. It's better for everyone involved to not challenge Karma's pride.
*Lecter shakes his head* Lecter: Nothing permanent. Karma knows her boundaries. Relax, both of you. If you stress yourself, your wounds will only get worse. Iris, you're in a safe place. No one here will hurt you. Remember where you are.
*As soon as Iris's gaze breaks from Karma's, the visions stop, and Lecter's head snaps over towards the pair* *Lecter's form changes back to its original, human shape, and the Devil Hunter's brow furrows into a frown* Lecter: Karma, outside. Keep watch for any other knights. *Karma follows Lecter's orders, flying out the window she broke earlier* Lecter: Iris?
*Lecter sheathes his swords and bends down to help Merg* Lecter: Jillian knows her way around a medkit. Otherwise, I'm not sure who can treat you.
*As soon as Iris meets Karma's gaze, images of bloodshed, war, slaughter, and fires enter her mind. Each image is stronger, more vivid, and more horrid than the last*