Marshmallow: Does this mean I’m free?
Thistle: Yeah, I think it does.
Marshmallow: Does this mean I’m free?
Thistle: Yeah, I think it does.
Thistle: You’re twenty, right?
Marshmallow: Yeah. Since February.
Thistle: Well, I did some research on Newcrust laws regarding raw society, and if you’re twenty years of age, you can claim independence from your parents or guardians.
Marshmallow: Really?
Thistle: Yeah, it’s crazy. You just can’t be married when you file the paperwork.
Thistle: Well, you may want to take a break from your inspiration, because I have some good news!
Marshmallow: Really? What is it?
Thistle: So, I see you’ve taken on a new type of canvas.
Marshmallow: What can I say? The beautiful colors of Autumn have inspired me.
Thistle: No…
Officer 1: It’s time to go. We don’t need to cuff you if you come willingly.
Freesia: I’m coming. I love you, Thistle.
Freesia: I love you, so so much. Remember, this house is yours, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure of it.
Freesia: You’re going to have to go back. If I go back, you’ll be trapped.
Thistle: What? No! I didn’t want this to happen! I’m sorry!
Freesia: I know, you were trying to do the right thing, but remember the last time I was taken in? You had to stay at that foster place for months.
Thistle: I hated that place.