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Demona:
Don't be afraid. I just want to talk.

Brooklyn:
Yeah. Last time we met you just wanted to blow me away with a bazooka.

Demona:
That was then.

Brooklyn:
This is goodbye. [Prepares to glide off]

Demona:
Wait, please! I'm sorry Brooklyn. I know I shouldn't have shot at you. I was crazy with grief and rage. If you only knew what I've gone through for hundreds of years dealing with the humans.

Brooklyn:
Hundreds of years. I thought you were under the sleep spell like we were.

Demona:
It's a long story. Centuries long. I'd like to tell you about it. If you'll let me.

Brooklyn:
I don't trust you, Demona.