Dog-Head (bitter): Your plan is cruel, to spin our destiny on one stray little girl. (uncovers eyes, gazes at Vixen) As cruel in your way as the Alchymist is cruel in his.
Vixen: Not my doing, dear hound. Not my doing what the bridge brings us. Innocence and madness. Holy fools. The spotless and the witless. The simple and the lost.
So much for Miller and Hound.
What of Clever?