Sister Summersisle:
My Celtic ancestors, all the way back, rebelled against this oppression of the feminine. So, in the late 17th century, they fled to the New World. Unfortunately, they settled near Salem. So when they saw that the persecution continued even here, well, that started a long and painful migration westward. Until in the 1850s, my great-great-grandmother led a group of people here and vowed never to enter into that other world again.
Edward Malus:
How is that possible? You can't just...
Sister Summersisle:
Oh, those pioneers needed little urging to isolate. They were looking for a simpler way of life. Of course, some do leave, like our Willow, you know, to test themselves or us. Or to find a man. But they always come home... eventually.
Edward Malus:
Men are, what, second-class citizens?
Sister Summersisle:
No, not at all; we love our men. We're just not subservient to them. Men are a very important part of our little colony. Breeding, you know?
Edward Malus:
God. Quite a little racket you've got going for yourself here. Breeding? Sounds like inbreeding to me.
Sister Summersisle:
Please don't criticize what you know nothing about.
Edward Malus:
Don't any of you want to just be with someone, fall in love?
Sister Summersisle:
We procreate 'cause that's the desire of the goddess, to assure ourselves of worthy offspring; the strongest, the finest, the most sturdy of our kind.
Edward Malus:
I see. Female, right? And what if someone just happens to have a boy? What do you do then?
Sister Summersisle:
That depends.
Edward Malus:
Let me ask you one other thing, because frankly, I just don't get you. I do not get this place.
Sister Summersisle:
Oh, you will. In time, perhaps.
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