Gunter: Flora, once we have finished dispatching the Faceless, would you mind sparing a moment to talk?

Flora: Not at all. But what do you want to talk about? If you plan on giving a lecture during this festive occasion, I would like to decline.

Gunter: It's nothing quite like that. I would like to talk about more enjoyable things.

Flora: ...For example?

Gunter: For example, why don't we discuss our dreams?

Flora: Our dream?

Gunter: Right. You must have something you want to do in the future. They say this festival has a mysterious power to deepen friendship between people. I believe it would be good for fellow colleagues to have a heart-to-heart every now and then.

Flora: ...

Gunter: Something wrong?

Flora: I don't know if I'd call it a dream... but there's something I want to do for someone... But...

Gunter: But?

Flora: I'm sorry. I don't wish to say any more.

Gunter: ...I see. Then I won't ask anymore. But... a dream that you can't tell anyone... it seems quite the fleeting thing...

Flora: ...

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Flora: Sir Gunter... I want to apologize for before.

Gunter: Don't concern yourself. Everyone has something they can't say to others.

Flora: No, I changed my mind. I want you to listen after all.

Gunter: What?

Flora: It must be the power of this festival that swayed my heart. How mysterious indeed.

Gunter: Ah, that could be it...

Flora: I thought of discussing this later... but I fear that my heart may sway yet again, and so, please hear me out now.

Gunter: ...I understand. But we're still in the middle of battle, so keep it brief.

Flora: Understood.

Flora: I said that there's something I'd like to do for someone earlier, didn't I? What I wish for... is to be able to care for that person.

Gunter: Care for someone? Do you mean Lord Kamui?

Flora: No.

Flora: ...

Flora: That someone... is someone who, at times, scolds me, yet at other times, greets me with a gentle smile. A precious colleague of mine. Though our age may be far apart...

Gunter: ...!

Flora: I am truly indebted to that person. I learned so many things from him. But, little by little, he is aging, and his strength is beginning to fail him. Even if he can fool the others, he can't fool my eyes... That's why, as he continues to grow in years, and there comes a time when he can no longer stand by himself... I wish to be there to care for him. That is my dream. That is something I wish to do in the future.

Gunter: ...

Gunter: ...Ah, I wonder why my eyes are burning... I'm sure that person... would be very happy...

Flora: I certainly hope so.

Gunter: But I'm also certain that person won't need to be taken care of anytime soon. He will continue to devote himself to his task every day.

Flora: I could hope for nothing more. I wish for him to never, ever change, and to always stay in good health.

Gunter: ...

Gunter: Flora, I'm glad we were able to have this talk.

Flora: Yes. I think so too, Sir Gunter...

Flora: Now then, I've told you my dream. Once the festival resumes, I want to hear your dream as well.

Gunter: My dream... Heh. After hearing what you've had to say, it seems I'll have to add to the number of dreams I have. Once we've cleared the Faceless, I'll have to try to sort out my thoughts. Now then, let's return to battle, so that this enjoyable festival can resume.