With Colette's help, Will enters the Grand Magic Festival. The crowd goes wild watching him advance with Colette's magic and his own astounding physical strength. But for the third member of their team, it's a reminder of a painful humiliation.
Our blood whispers. Our ears know. 
Your image forms on the backs of our eyelids.
دمُنا يهمس. آذاننا تعلم. تتشكّل
صورتك في مؤخّرة جفوننا
Das Blut flüstert. Die Ohren erfahren.
Die Augenlider zeichnen.
Il sangue sussurra. Le orecchie ricordano.
Le palpebre dipingono...
Nosso sangue sussurra, nossos ouvidos sabem,
sua imagem se forma em nossas pálpebras.
От него трепещет в груди!