[Dehya reaches to put her hands on Ganymede's shoulders, reassuring.] It will. We'll save them, and everyone else that's been corrupted by Cubia. And then we'll all get out of here.
[ Ganymede feels the reassurance of the weight of those hands upon his shoulders. Even while his heart swims with doubts he will staunchly and stubbornly refute until he dies. ]
...We will. I don't even remember what Greece looks like. But, I made a promise...
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[ He hadn't known if they could save the others.
And now, both Uta and Michel are wrapped in this too. ]
It has to work out that way again. It has to.
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...We will. I don't even remember what Greece looks like. But, I made a promise...
[ ...And so, he can't stay here. ]