- I look at them from here, and it seems to me that I see all their little dreams and tiny hopes flickering in every torch and bonfire
- These are bonfires... their hopes.
- Beautifully said, the speech of a real princess!
- Stop it! .. But you're right. It also seems to me that when they get together, each of them brings their own lights with them.
- yes. And so that all these weak lights do not go out, they throw them into the strongest flame. Into the bonfire that Griffith built. And yet... my fire... There isn't. I guess I just stopped to warm up by their campfire and will be moving on soon.:er_wave: