"..."
"I think she's angry about it… but I don't know. I don't want to ask about it and make her more angry."
"... To think you were such a clueless coward…" — To the unconfidence the feared archduke demonstrated Jollveld sighed as if exhausted by the scene. Inciting a deathly glare from the alluded savage.
"I'll kill you."
"Do it and you won't ever know what your woman wants."
"... How could you know what I don't about Ewelina. She's mine."
"That's 'cause you are a savage idiot who doesn't even know what having a lung truly means."
"A fated lung is the partner destined to my soul."
"And?" — Annoyed, Jollveld asked to make Aslak's mind work on his knowledge. — "What else? You know more than that. You even call her Fatædi, don't you."
"... The seed of zeal amour. Ewelina is my air."
"... Aslak… I noticed she even wears a crafted accessory on her arm. It has at least three types of gems… You made it for her, right?"
"I did."
"So?... Why did you do it?"
