Natani: Keith, don’t.
Natani: I saw you going up. I figured you might be doing something foolish.
Keith: Natani? This doesn’t concern you.
Natani: I think it does.
Natani: I might not have been around as long as those two, but… I know you. The moment you throw that helmet into the sea, you’ll turn around and beat yourself up over it. You might even convince yourself that you somehow deserve it. But you don’t.
Natani: And neither does it, believe it or not. Because I know for a fact that you owe your life to that thing.
Natani: Lights out, ya’ long-eared weirdo.
Natani: If it weren’t for that helmet, the day we first met would have turned out much differently. I would have aimed my arrow at your head. I, um… regret that whole… trying to murder you thing, by the way.
Keith: It’s okay, Natani. We’re even, since I did try the same thing at the inn. …Granted, I stopped intentionally, whereas you failed due to incompetence.
Natani: …Regretting it less now.
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