Flora: I can smell… lots of scents here… one familiar… but…
Flora: …none of them are recent…
Flora: Maybe there’s some more over… no, none here…
Flora: Wait.. what am I doing?
Flora: I should be happy I’m not finding anything… More Keidran is the last thing we need.
Flora: Sigh…
Flora: I’m happy with Trace. Why would I want to put that at risk?
Flora: Why do I want to go home? Is it just because I’m a Keidran?
Narration: Meanwhile, in the trees…
Sythe: (thoughts) Flora… You’ve been a slave to the humans for too long, my dear.
Sythe: (thoughts) Not used to these feelings, are you? Without the power from those Templar buildings, your instincts are slowly becoming unsuppressed.
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