Trace: Flora, what’s wrong?
Flora: Oh, nothing, nothing… I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m just… so relieved.
Flora: I knew you’d be alright, but… a part of me…
Flora: Ah, Trace! I was so afraid I’d never see you again! I couldn’t stand thinking our last time together would be during an argument!
Trace: Eeergh! Flora, FLora! Claws… my back!
Flora: Oh, sorry!
Trace: I-it’s okay, Flora.
Trace: Look, I’m fine, see?
Trace: Oh, right…
Trace: My hand… I forgot. Maybe we should get back to the ship and talk.
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