Three, five, oh, that's a new record. At this rate, Maelia will be able to speed things up. Can we hope for more struggle with something profound?

"Ah, Mr. Maricana. You're thirsty, right? Well, it's not impossible either. You have weak ankles."

"No, I'm fine. I didn't know you wanted to swallow so much..."

"Well, without imposing. It's for your body. The flesh must be screaming, right?

No, not at all. That can't be right. Oh, thank you, my soldier has offered me orange juice (a fine item). Well, she cared about me as much as she did, and you weren't gonna drink herself...

"Oh, this juice is delicious, Mr. Maricana"

A mystery of thought - - - -!