[...And that's when the sound of commotion begins, and Flora's already at the ready and steeling herself for this. You can likely make out a small batch of forces over across the lake, there, and there's some familiar pink hair among them as they fight off the tribesmen.]
...Grant them no quarter; we can't afford to let a single one of them escape alive.
[...]
But...leave the girl with pink hair to me. I'll take care of her.
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I see. Very well, then.
[...And that's when the sound of commotion begins, and Flora's already at the ready and steeling herself for this. You can likely make out a small batch of forces over across the lake, there, and there's some familiar pink hair among them as they fight off the tribesmen.]
...Grant them no quarter; we can't afford to let a single one of them escape alive.
[...]
But...leave the girl with pink hair to me. I'll take care of her.
[She has to. She has to.]