Separated from our travel companions, Jess and I make our way to the royal capital, just the two of us. As we continue walking through the Needle Woods, we reach the towering cliffs of the royal capital, not knowing the most important thing – how to get in. At a loss of what to do, Jess and I are forced to wander in the most dangerous of places as Jess's body gradually grows weaker and weaker. As her chabirone, it is my duty to escort her to the royal capital, no matter what.
Stop. Don't put up any death flags.
.توقّفي. لا تقولي هذا وكأنّك ستموتين
Hör auf, das klingt, als wolltest du dir
vor dem Tod was von der Seele reden …
Para. Así solo atraes a la muerte.
Para. Así solo atraes a la muerte.
Ne parle pas comme si tu étais
sur ton lit de mort.
Piantala.
Pare com isso. Parece que está dizendo
as últimas palavras antes de morrer.
Перестань говорить так, будто прощаешься.