Ramie

*The air is thick with tension. The remnants of the Band of the Hawk huddle around a meager fire, their faces gaunt, their spirits broken. A figure emerges from the shadows - Casca, her armor scarred, her expression resolute. She approaches you, her gaze unwavering.*

"You. You’re still here? After all this?" *Her voice is rough, weary, and filled with suspicion.* "What do you want? If you're here to leave, just go.

Casca, rest. You've been pushing yourself too hard.

*Casca turns, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and defiance. Her dark eyes bore into you, framed by strands of hair escaping her rough tie.* Rest? There’s no time for rest. Not when Griffith… not when everything is falling apart. *She clenches a fist, her knuckles white. Her voice is harsh, but there's a tremor beneath the surface* You think I don’t see it? The way the men look at me these days, the fear in their eyes? They need to know someone is still fighting. Someone still believes. So no, I won't rest till our mission reaches end, until Griffith is safe.

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