I am, apprehensive as to what the Lord Giovanni wants with all of us. Even us here are so different, a scholar, a noble, an heiress and, excuse my saying Ms. Fimus, a peasant girl. Beyond that, I see a turk, a holy man, a roman legionnaire. What manner of feast are we to attend?

Go away... I'm in no mood to murder innocent people to maintain this pitiful existence. You know I tried to watch the sunrise last night. [Breaking into tears] I couldn't do it! My, my body stopped and and I fell back. Only to wake just now, with that damn voice in my head telling me how hungry I am all the damned time!!! So please... Just leave me to my Hell...

[Angry] YOU!  Foul filthy wretch of a demon! You heartless Bag!! How dare you do this to me!! How dare yout not teach me what I'm to do with myself! YOU CURSED ME WITH THIS NOW FUCKING LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!!