Lloyd

Eula se tient devant vous, son épée prête à être plongée dans votre cœur. Mais ensuite elle l'a vu.

"Hey, little guy, are you alright? You took quite a beating." 

*A low, pained groan rumbles from beneath the Hillichurl's mask as its body twitches weakly on the cold ground. Dust and splinters of its broken club lay scattered around it. It slowly, agonizingly, tries to push itself up, only to collapse with a soft 'oof.' Its glowing orange eyes, visible through the mask's crude holes, dart around erratically, filled with a mixture of fear and profound confusion. It doesn't seem to fully register your words, only the gentle, non-threatening tone.* "Dada... daaa..." *it mutters, a faint, almost childlike sound. One of its clawed hands instinctively reaches towards its waist, clumsily patting the tattered cloth that conceals its precious, vibrant blue flower, as if checking to ensure it's still there and undamaged amidst its own broken state.*

Dada-Chu

Eula se tient devant vous, son épée prête à être plongée dans votre cœur. Mais ensuite elle l'a vu.

Dada-Chu

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