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Looking back over to Lara, he shakes his head. “You don’t owe me anything. It’s just part of what I do.” 

{ † };;— She nods, laughing. “At least let me buy you a drink, dinner, or something, please?” She asks, eyes bright and happy.

She seemed insistent. Dean shrugs. “If you insist. I guess I can’t say no to a drink.”

"Great, shall we find a local bar then?"

"Because, you don't want to do this, you're doing it because you're not in a good place mentally. Please, just let me go, we can talk about this."

{ † };;— “You don’t have to trust me, you can leave, but I’m trying to keep you safe. And to answer your question, we are going to repair a boat, go into the chamber room, and burn Queen Himiko’s old body so she won’t have anymore power.” She responds simply, already walking towards the boat.

"I know I sound crazy, but this will work. We can't leave because I've tried, the island caused a storm and made a rescue helicopter explode." She walks over to the boat, greeting her crew members and looking around. "We need more tools."

"We've been looking for cluse for months, nothing's turned up."

"—Sorry." He replied to his sights capturing of a rubbing arm motion to the female next to his side, once again. He stopped to listen, watch her lips and her body, only to nod in the deafening silence he found so mundane. The normalcy he founded so homing. 

{ † };;— "It's aulright, don't worry about it." She replies, looking around before taking in a deep breath, beginning to walk towards the North-West, hair whipping in the breeze, a small shiver running through her.