Flora: But if Trace isn’t here… where is he?!
Trace: Ngh…
Trace: Augh… What happened?
Trace: Ah?!
Nora: (thoughts) The mark on your hand has spread.
Trace: Nora?
Nora: (thoughts) It’s the corruption of black magic. Eventually it will consume you if you keep using it.
Trace: Where am I? What am I doing here?
Nora: (thoughts) The Basitins… are going to want someone to blame…
Nora: (thoughts) I had… had to take you away or they would have killed you.
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