[ Oriphi winces at the words because, well, Beatrix is right. There really is no use for them dwelling on everything that happened last night, and yet… Surely they are all helpless against it. That’s what makes them people. They all want to think about what they could have done better. They all want to be better.

And despite what they all saw that night, despite what Beatrix was made to see in her nightmare… Oriphi refuses to believe that the dear woman beside her whom she’s proud to call a friend could be completely heartless.

After all, if she were, she would not have faced off against Eustace the way that she had, blade shining with brilliance in the otherwise dark and cold cavern - the only light Oriphi could remember after she herself was taken down. ]

That’s true, but… All of us are going to keep wishing things could have gone differently. Because we care…

[ About one another, that is. ]

I just want you to know that despite what happened that night, I want you to feel like you can still depend on me. Gods forbid that something like this happens again to somebody, but… We can never be sure, with the way this place is.

[ A deep breath, and then she keeps going. ]

And before you say anything, I think you’re worthy, Beatrix. No matter what your past and your memories and your nightmares are telling you, too.