There goes my room. Really, what are the chances of a flying hunk of scrap metal landing directly in the middle of my room? The Goddesses must really hate me.
And everyone, stop worrying about me already. The monsters may be gone, but we still have the aftermath to deal with. There are more important matter to attend to.
That means you, Prydain.
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... Um... Would you really... want to use your magic like that?
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...Just forget it, Nill.
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Even a wind demon's probably got to have someone to count on!
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If you turn me to stone, you know, I can't help much in rebuilding your roof.
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Gaaah, mukuni wo imeise no shitawa ha shitawa...
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Hmmh, you and Yorda and your secret langages.
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It's not my fault you don't know my native tongue.
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