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[He's drawing something into the ground with the end of his staff, humming to himself as he does so. Every now and then, he pauses, tilting his head and letting his humming die away to assess his progress before he starts drawing again.]

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One in one hundred is one in one hundred... it's the same as there... And I couldn't save her...

...You've certainly changed.

Who was she?

Not really. I don't want anyone to die. Not one hundred people, not ten, not one... the same as I was back then. But if one person out of one hundred dies here... then, if we had the same amount of people here as there were in Auldrant, who's to say that it wouldn't keep going at that pace? And suddenly it's ten dead... then one hundred... then one thousand...

......... Her name was Lina; she was... a version of me.

...

And how did she die? Was it predetermined or, an accident?

...it...

It was raining outside, and she thought she saw something, so she ran towards it. She slipped, and... [covers his stomach with one hand] ...I tried to heal her... I promised her that I wouldn't let her die... but I couldn't...

...An accident.

Tell me, would it have been better had her death been determined beforehand?

It would be better if she hadn't died at all!

But that's unavoidable now. You can't bring someone back from the dead.

Or can you?

...

I've... never tried.

Perhaps you should focus your energy on that, instead of mourning the past.

...

[looks down, drawing another line onto his glyph] To do that, I need to be able to rest to get some energy first, though.

Of course.

Good luck, Luke.

Ah... yeah, thanks...

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