[ Pitch still had his wings (he always had them) but Alla had lost his when his body changed. The black wings beat one time in slow, deliberate thought. The cruel curve to Pitch's mouth stayed, though as he stopped circling. ]

You made the racket that called me. It is none of my doing that you are not quite human. However much you would like to blame me, be angry with me, there's nothing you can say or do that makes any of this my fault.

[ Bending close to almost whisper for Alla alone to hear. ]

What will you do when your secret isn't so secret anymore?