[The view is rather dark and hazy, but one can tell Raven's at a rather hipster and somewhat gothy cafe, looking a little annoyed. It's open mic night, and someone reading a poem can be heard in the background:]
...Flowers of the night, come to me and save me from my Dark doom,
If you can hear me, for Darkness is the same as deafness,
and they are
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Evil orphanage, you know. Picked up off the streets in swaddling-- you get the idea.
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[Two years, whatever.]
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Well, all right. I guess your mysterious parentage can remain a mystery.
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Right...you, too.
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