Flora: I don’t care what all those old grey-furs arranged for us. Neither of us really have feelings for each other. I want to lead my own life. I might be foolish, but it’s my own decision.
Sythe: Sigh… fine, go then. I’ll tell them I… couldn’t find you or something.
Sythe: (thoughts) I didn’t want to be your enemy, Flora. I still care about you… But.. I can’t risk my own life by coming back empty handed.
Sythe: (thoughts) I will bring you back, as ordered. But I can’t do it alone…
Narration: At the camp…
Flora: Trace, I’m back!
Trace: Huh, oh, hey Flora. You’re back sooner than I expected.
Flora: Yeah, I… got tired. I saw some blue light while I was coming back… was that you, Trace?
Trace: Uh, blue light? No… I… um… I have no idea.
Flora: Ah, okay. —sigh— I’m just exhausted. It seems like all we do is travel around.
Flora: After all this is over.. I just want to go back home and settle down.
Trace: Yeah. I wouldn’t mind doing that myself. But we’ll have to go our separate ways when that happens.
Flora: …Yeah… I know… I think I’m going to go to bed. Is that my tent over there?
Trace: Actually, that’s Keith’s.
Flora: Oh.. but… then where am I supposed to sleep?
Trace: Well, I haven’t actually set up your tent yet. And I’m kinda tired myself. So, I was thinking…
Trace: If you wanted to… you could always…
Flora: Y-you mean.. you don’t mind if I sleep in your tent with you?
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