Sythe: Sorry, Raine. I’m no healer. This is the best I can do for you.
Sythe: Thanks for all the help by the way, “Red.”
Red: Hey, I dunno nothing ‘bout Keidran or healing. And don’t call me that.
Sythe: What’s the matter with you? I thought you cared about her?
Red: I still can’t believe that… that thing is Raine. If this was that assassin’s doing, shouldn’t it have worn off by now?
Sythe: I don’t know. Guess we’ll have to wait until she wakes up again to ask.
Sythe: Look, I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. I get that. But it’s just the two of us now, and the girls are counting on us. We’re going to have to work together if we’re going to have any hope of living through this.
Sythe: After this is all over, we can go back to hating each other, but until then… Truce?
Red: …..
Red: Alright, Furball. Truce.
Red: For now.
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