Trace: Flora, we shouldn’t be out this far.
Flora: Relax, Trace! The docks are right over there. I like being out in the open.
Flora: It reminds me of… my old home…
Flora: Is it strange for me to have fond memories from my time as a slave— Mew…?
Trace: Erm… well, I don’t know, Flora…
Flora: Ah…
Dragonfly: !
Trace: Flora! Don’t eat the dragonfly!
Trace: (thoughts) Ah, jeez, that girl’s acting more and more like an animal every day.
Trace: (thoughts) Or… perhaps I’m just starting to notice more. Maybe I’m thinking more like a human.
Trace: (thoughts) Oh, I’ll let her have her fun. She deserves it.
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