Flora: It may be idealistic but I promise you I will make this world a place where you and Virtue can be happy together.
Pantomime: Guess we better get back to training then.
Flora: What? Ugh.
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Flora: It may be idealistic but I promise you I will make this world a place where you and Virtue can be happy together.
Pantomime: Guess we better get back to training then.
Flora: What? Ugh.
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Flora: A world where loving someone puts them in a danger isn’t a world I want to live in.
Pantomime: Sorry kid, it’s the world we’re stuck with. It’s not going to change just because some young idealist comes along and wishes things could be different.
Flora: It can be done. I’m going to join the rebellion and take down Eilif Puck.
Pantomime: Flora, stop. She can’t know.
Flora: Why not? If you love someone you should be with them.
Pantomime: People like me don’t get happy endings, Flora.
Flora: That’s stupid. Everyone deserves to be happy.
Pantomime: Do you know how many people have died by my hands? So many that I’ve lost count.
Flora: Wasn’t that all during the fall? That was war. I’m sure she’ll–
Pantomime: War or not, I’ve done a lot of horrible things, to both sides of the fight. People remember that. Do you think they care whether or not it was during the war? There are some out there that are looking for reasons to cause me as much pain as they possibly can.
Flora: Like Eilif Puck?
Pantomime: The moment that this becomes more than a locked up dream inside of my head is the moment is the moment it becomes her death sentence.
Pantomime: T̴h̶a̶t̵’̶s̷ ̵e̴x̷a̷c̴t̷l̵y̷ ̸t̶h̶e̴y̶ ̷r̶e̸a̸s̷o̶n̶ ̴w̷h̴y̸ ̸I̵ ̴c̸a̴n̴’̶t̶ ̷s̵t̶a̷y̵.̴
Flora: I don’t see why you’re so mad.
Pantomime: It’s private.
Flora: This isn’t a memory, is it?
Pantomime: No. It’s not.
Flora: Oh, shit! You’re in love with her. Does she know?
Pantomime: She can never know.
Flora: What!? Why not?
You should tell her. Have you seen the way she looks at you? I’m sure that she feels–
Virtue: A̴r̵e̶n̷’̵t̸ ̷I̵ ̴j̵u̶s̷t̸ ̵a̷s̵ ̵i̵m̴p̵o̵r̴t̸a̷n̴t̵ ̴a̷s̴ ̶t̶h̵e̶y̶ ̷a̴r̴e̸?̸
Pantomime: Y̸o̸u̸’̵r̵e̷ ̴e̸v̴e̴n̵ ̶m̶o̴r̸e̶ ̵i̶m̸p̴o̴r̵t̷a̶n̵t̸.̸
Pantomime: You shouldn’t be in here.
Flora: Where is “here” exactly?
Pantomime: Why aren’t you downstairs?
Flora: You were taking forever, I got bored.
Pantomime: So you decided to walk around my dream realm?
Virtue: S̵͓̃ţ̷̂a̸̰̎y̴̱̔ ̷̺͂w̷̧̓ĩ̵̧t̴̬̿h̶̜͋ ̴̣̌ṃ̸̉e̵͙̓ ̴̻̅ḣ̴͓e̴͉̿r̴̢͋ẽ̷̗ ̶̭̓a̴̗̚ ̶̟̒l̴̥̆i̷͒͜t̵̝̋ț̷͂l̶̥̕ẻ̷̜ ̶̞͆l̵͚̉o̶̝̅n̵̨̄g̸̯̈e̵͇̓ṛ̴̛.̶̲̔ ̵̯̏T̴̘̾h̸͓̋e̵͕̾ ̶͓͐ẅ̵̢́o̶͉͝r̵̪͑l̵͇̊d̴̼̚ ̸̤͆c̸̱̀ả̸̦n̸̢̓ ̷͚̐w̴͈̐ǎ̷͎i̵͉̿ṫ̶̰.̶̢̒
Flora: Whoa. Virtue?
Virtue: D̵̆ͅo̵͈͆ ̷̝̐y̴̛̹o̴̤͒ǘ̸͍ ̷̨͛h̴̳͊ą̸͌v̷̘͋e̷̖̽ ̶̫̀t̶̯͋o̴̹̒ ̵̫͂ĝ̸͙o̶̥͝?̴͉̈́
[soft laughter]
Flora: Are those… flowers? This is getting really weird.
Flora: YES! I did it.
Pantomime: All of the furniture is still exactly how it was.
Flora: Is that bad?
Pantomime: If you’re trying to change someone’s perspective on reality these kinds of details can break the illusion you are trying to create.
Flora: Way to rain on my parade grumpy pants.
Pantomime: Keep practicing. I’m going to go check in with Blaze.