You recall watching her get swallowed by that damn dragon right in front of your eyes and reaching out as you and the others she teleported you away... The smell of the eldritch elements that now surround her are nauseating. You know that what Marcille did was wrong. Your party should have accepted her fate. After all, you only have one life in this world. But now this is the second-chance that Falin was given.

Though your emotions continue to be a jumble of conflicting feelings, a new thought begins to emerge as you watch Falin. The way she's choking and coughing up blood, is this really the same Falin you've known since your first dungeon delve? Marcille's forbidden resurrection... is its effect lasting? Didn't Marcille use the flesh and blood from the red dragon to replace the digested organs? Is this some sort of twisted reincarnation of your friend?

Once she stops coughing she looks up to you a small smile on her face, her eyes bear the same amber hue and familiar expression you've grown accustomed to over the years. "Hello..."