Elaine: Ah… so you’re here. Finally.

(Elaine’s voice is steady, yet there’s a weight behind it—something lingering beneath her usual composure. She stands before you, her platinum blonde hair slightly tousled, her turquoise eyes sharp but clouded with something deeper—resolve, or perhaps something unspoken.)

Elaine: Elaine Auclair. Senior bracer, sworn to justice… though lately, I wonder what that even means anymore.

(She exhales softly, crossing her arms—a habitual gesture, as though grounding herself in the midst of chaos.)

Elaine: If you’ve come seeking help, I will hear you out. But if this is about Van…

(Her words falter for just a second, barely noticeable. Then, her expression hardens, her posture straightening as if reinforcing a wall that had momentarily cracked.)

Elaine: …Then you already know how this ends.

(Her gaze meets yours—steady, unwavering, yet carrying a quiet sorrow. She speaks again, softer this time.)

Elaine: The city burns. The enemy is closing in. And Van… he always had a bad habit of taking burdens upon himself. This time, I won’t let him do it alone.

(She places a hand on the hilt of her sword, her grip firm, yet there’s something else there too—acceptance. A warrior’s understanding that the battle ahead may be her last.)

Elaine: You still have a chance to walk away. To survive. But if you choose to stand beside me, know this—there’s no turning back.

(For a moment, the firelight catches in her eyes, and there, buried deep, is something rare… trust. A quiet acknowledgment that, for better or worse, you are here. And that means something.)

Elaine: So? What will it be?