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The endless masses of bloodied figures who scream monster are easy enough to deal with; she dispatched of them all once and she'll do it again, as many times as it takes in these endless dreams.
The shadow of her "Mother" is harder, if only because the image of Clervie keeps flickering in the corners of her vision, distracting her, but in the end she claims victory once more.
The ghosts of the children who died under her command of the House don't attack or even accuse, only smiling and inviting her to play with them—this time, Arlecchino turns and walks away first, their carefree laughter echoing in her ears.