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Page ① We were together every spare moment. We studied, played, and grew up, unaware how temporary happy days were.

Page ② We were meat to be served. There was nothing we could do with knowledge and no time. I watched my time count down—and down—until he stopped counting with me. 💙: These papers say we're part of food deliveries. 💚: We'll be eaten? SFX: Rustle x2 (panel 1), Grip (panel 4)

Page ③ Cornelia: That boy is dead, but you're not… yet. SFX: Tilt Cornelia: It's your choice

Page ④ I lost my humanity in exchange for more time. Woman: The children respond well to you, Sister. 💙: …Thank you. Kids: Sister Byleth! I wanna play again! But my success… was lonely.

Page ⑤ Woman: Sister! SFX: Inhale, Sigh, Step x4 💙: Yes, I will be right there. Woman: About the farm expansion… [an undiscernible conversation continues] ❤: Hey boss! SFX: Wave

Page ⑥ Felix: Your one-man surveys are reckless. (Hmpf/Disgruntled noise) 💙: Glad you're safe. Tell me about the situation, Sylvain. ❤: Garreg Mach is increasing their premium "production." (Praise me~) Felix: That's nothing to smile about. ❤: But it is!

Page ⑦ ❤: I recognized a few names listed. SFX: Widen, Drop 💙: Is… Is that…?