[Rustling of grass is heard for a few moments, and then some mumbling:] ...under the tree in the meadow...? Wh- no, it's not, the breeze isn't nice enough.
[After a moment there's the sound of crunching underneath something.] Luceti. I'm back here now? [And with some slight sarcasm...] We must have found a way to get here via sleep. I never
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...Lucrecia?
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Yes, Vincent?
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