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[Theme Music]
>>LEAH: That was the day I met Aonghais.
And the day I discovered it was so much more
worse than someone killing faeries.
Someone wanted to leave Glasgow open to an attack.
He hadn't asked for his fate.
He'd taken a day off!
But for a Guardian, that was too much.
Sebastian...
saved me.
He said Glasgow needed protecting.
>>AONGHAIS: Sorry.
I should have said something earlier.
[whistles]
You don't know,
do you?
Know what?
Not now, Aonghais!
You're a Fey.
Aonghais!!
>>DYLAN: What's that mean?
It means...
It means you're a faerie, Dylan!
*** off!
So's yer maw!
He means you're a faerie.
An actual faerie!
>>DYLAN: What, wi' wings an' that?
If you like.
I've got them.
[angelic music]
That's not a faerie!
That's an angel!
If you like.
A ned angel!
>>DYLAN: I cannae be an angel!
I nick things!
You're a faerie.
Believe me.
You imagined wings,
and there they are!
>>DORIAN: Aonghais...
if he's been called, then that means...
Yeah.
One of the Guardians is dead.
So.
This...
Sebastian is human then?
Well, somewhat at least?
Seems that way.
[sigh]
Well,
that means this one's going straight
to the real-world police.
Not like we get much say in matters
outside of the faerie world.
It's one of the reasons this idiot
still gets away with dressing the way he does,
trapped in the era he was Taken.
Don't listen to him.
He's just disappointed that *he*
hasn't been Taken yet.
Doesn't seem to have done you any good.
On the contrary.
She remains all that I live for.
To a selkie, a life spent in love
means a life well-lived.
Selkies like Magnus consider their lives wasted
as though they were a ghost.
It's fine to be like that in our youth,
of course; I mean, we're like humans
in that way.
But Magnus is now far past his sell-by date.
He looks the same age as you, to me.
Perhaps.
But a selkie can see someone's true age,
and Magnus is an old, old man.
Love sustains us,
keeps us eternally young.
I suppose we are like vampires in that way,
feeding on love instead of blood.
But this woman -
the one we spoke of last night?
You knew her when?
Oh, as Magnus said,
I met her in the Victorian era,
in 1889.
But..she must have passed on then?
Yes.
I felt her passing.
Her soul was linked to mine,
though mine was no longer to hers, and...
It was a terrible day.
She passed on and you're still not free?
Free?
You assume such freedom would be a blessing.
If she had remained with me,
I would have loved her into her old age.
For, much like we all look young and beautiful to you,
you all look young and beautiful to us.
There is no difference.
To you, my friend!
>>DYLAN: What's wrong?
What IS this?
>>DYLAN: It's beer!
I don't know who's been telling you that, son,
but this is not beer.
>>DYLAN: What? What d'ye mean?
Can you reach back into the past
and bring something forward?
>>DYLAN: I dunno. I suppose.
See if you can imagine my village,
see if we can bring some real beer
into this day and age!
Hey!
You'll get stuck like that.
Aonghais!
>>DYLAN: Sorry, mate, we were just -
Ordering beer from the 16th century?
Yeah, I got that.
While indeed that's what you can do,
that's not what you've done.
>>DYLAN: Ah, right?
You created the beer yourself.
>>DYLAN: What?
You imagined what Scotland was like back then,
and Tearlach,
and you made the beer.
So...this is like...
distilled imaginary Scotland?
Pretty much, yeah.
Like...how they get perfume,
and wine, and that,
and make it remind you of fruit?
Pretty much, yeah.
>>TEARLACH: That's not the important part.
The important question is:
Does it taste any good?
I guess it's my responsibility.
A ned angel that can make its own beer.
Glasgow is fortunate.
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