Dusk… No…
Aurora: Sweetie, I don’t think you’re supposed to stand up yet-
I don’t care.
Dusk… No…
Aurora: Sweetie, I don’t think you’re supposed to stand up yet-
I don’t care.
Aurora: Your sister, though. S-she got it much worse. The doctors don’t know if- if she’ll wake up.
Aurora: Your voice is gone, Dawn. Something hit your throat weird… and as of now, you’ve been rendered mute.
What?! What do you mean? Where’s Dusk?
Aurora: Your voice, dear…
What? What about it?!
Mom? What happened? What’s going on?
Hymenaios: I bet you have a lot of questions.
Aurora: Like why you can’t talk.
You think?
Aurora: Oh, Dawn! I’m here, I’m here. I’m so sorry, my little sunrise.
Aurora: You sure she’s awake? Or are you joking with me?
Blaze: I wouldn’t joke at a time like this. She’s just resting.
Hymenaios: Dawn, wake up. Please.
Mom? Dad?
These lights… they’re blinding. I guess I should close my eyes again for a bit…
… What? I don’t understand.