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Mage's Pride(Anima Magus) Anders:                 tui e mea-                              unto you and I F!Hawke:               e tua, ma adore.                                 and you, my love(masc). F!Hawke:               omne a rei vera ti reina.             

Christine: Oh! I'm so lonely and despondent because my lone parental unit has died, rendering me yet another pitiable example of Victorian orphan-dom. I am going to sit here in my dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst my bosom heaves with my sobs of despair. Erik: Hush, young woman! Christine: *gasp* What was that? Who are you? Erik: It is I, a conveniently disembodied, ethereal voice coming from the general vicinity of your mirror. I noticed you are sitting in your dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst your bosom heaves with your sobs of despair. I wish to-- Christine: *gasp: Oh! It's