Soldier: Sir, we can’t detect any mind control. We’ve run a dispel just in case.
Keiren: I see… Thank you.
Keiren: In that case, let him go.
Soldier: Yes, sir!
Keiren: There, no harm done. You okay there, pal? You look a bit sick.
Trace: I’m… fine.
Keiren: Flora, I… want to apologize again. Today has been pretty stressful and this position is still fairly new to me. Honestly, I was hoping to impress you — be a hero, ya know, and I guess that… kinda backfired.
Flora: I understand, Kei. Thank you.
Keiren: And I suppose I owe you an apology too.
Keiren: Sorry for the mix-up, bud. Any friend of Flora’s is a friend of mine.
Keiren: Just remember, though… When it comes to Flora, I came first.
Keiren: Say, now that I actually get a good look at you… You seem… familiar. What did you say your name was, again?
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