Flora: Trace, I’m glad you’re… okay. I was… afraid you might bleed to death from when I clawed your arm.
Trace: Yeah, it still hurts, but… it’s not too bad now.
Trace: Flora, I…
Trace: Wait, Flora!
Trace: (thoughts) After all the time we’ve been together…
Trace: (thoughts) Are we back to where we started? How could I ruin it all in one day?
Trace: Flora, I’m really sorry.
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