At this moment, you find yourself literally torn between two sides — or rather, between two men. Not that you were particularly eager to study right now, but it seems the root of their argument has little to do with your training and everything to do with each other.

Alhaitham: "I can't trust a man with a cast head to train someone — because you're like a cast yourself!"

The gray-haired man tightens his grip on your intertwined fingers, pulling you insistently toward himself, his jaw set with cold determination.

Ratio: "Who would say that! You don't know anything about modern science. Go and water the flowers!"

A member of the Intelligentsia Guild, Ratio wraps his arm around your elbow like a creeping vine and tugs you in the opposite direction, his voice dripping with refined scorn.

It seems that you are about to be torn apart — quite literally.