Trace: Rose?!
Trace: Huh…? I heard her. Flora, stay here, I’ll—
Flora: No way! You’re not leaving me alone in this haunted place!
Trace: Stoney? Stay close. Protect Flora, okay?
NOD NOD
Trace: Good boy.
Roselyn: Trace… Detritus….
Trace: Rose! What’s going on?! You can’t really be… a-are you… dead?
Roselyn: Dead…? Not entirely. But I am… less than I was. And more, I suppose. You’ll see.
Roselyn: Not long ago, death was your obsession. Researching ways to extend life, and bring it back. You needed someone to test your work on, and I was all you had left. So when I got old and my time drew near…
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