Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world, they'd be nothing left here but ashes.
Drusilla: And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely.
They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams. Oh, it's like star music.
Darla: That's nice, Dru. Now, hurry up. We can't be late.

Drusilla: Oh, it's beautiful. Dank and dark. It reeks of death.
Darla: That's motor oil, Dru.

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B/c Dru always looked up to Darla.
"That's nice, Dru. Now, hurry up. We can't be late."
B/c Dru wanted to for Dru to have a perfect place to awake again!