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(Ancient Vouivran language) Our friend rests eternal here. He shall return to the boundless cycle of rebirth.

As the woman bowed her head and prayed, it was as if the fire of war, too, paused for this moment.

...Time is running short. We've paid what respect we can. Now, you must make a choice.

(A low, alert sounding.)

Correct, they are many, but their formation is in loose disarray. As an armed force, they're not in one heart and mind.

Before they find us, they'll make their own grave.

...I remember, now... I remember I saw your face before, somewhere... long ago... Teacher introduced you to me...

I thought you were only a theoretical researcher...

I remember... Your name is...

Kal'tsit...?

Mm.

You have quite a good memory, Elliot.

The young researcher, Elliot Glover, pays no attention to the mysterious woman as she leaves through the door.

In a daze, he gazes at the soil that half-buried his beloved teacher, the air scattered with dust.

He thinks to himself: I haven't even the strength to cremate my teacher's remains. It leads him, for an instant, to mourn.

Until the sound of warfare resumes once more.