Flora: Trace! Your hand!
Trace: Ngh! I’m fine…
Trace: (thoughts) But the moment I drop this shield, he’ll go after Flora again…
Roselyn: There’s nothing I can do! I have no control over it.
Roselyn: He has direct access to the shackles of my old body.
Roselyn: Through them, he can suppress me and keep himself alive. You must stop him!
Detritus: It’s too late.
Maren: Huh? Wha-? Where am I?! I-Is that my own body?! What’s going on?! Help! Someone, help me!
Detritus: There is no point to fighting anymore.
Detritus: It’s done. Her soul is gone, and there’s nothing left that can save her now
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