Callum: So, you didn’t..?

Rayla: No. No, I can’t tell him.

Callum: He wouldn’t be mad at you. He knows you meant well.
Rayla: What does it matter? I still… I let all of them die. It’s my fault.

~Later~
Callum: Okay! Listen, I’ve spent so long perfecting this.

Rayla: You fucking spent time from doing anything else, to “perfect” this?
Callum: Of course it’s important! For I have mastered this.

Callum: I present to you, Elf Callum! Making his great return with a pal!
Sneezles: [Woo-hoo! Look at me!]
Rayla: You know this is beyond silly.
Callum: Why thank you.
Sneezles: [I’m a cutie.]

Rayla: Stella, sweetie, ignore your baby brother and your Papa. Don’t stare, or else it’ll get worse.
Stella: [Uh… can I disown Papa as my Papa?]

Rayla: Okay, you had fun. Now, take off the branches from your head and get the insane amount of leaves out of your fucking pockets.
Callum: Why?

Rayla: You know exactly why. We’re leaving. We’re not meeting any other Elves. So the disguise is unnecessary.
Stella: [I can’t help but look… it’s so dumb.]
Sneezles: [Thank you!]

Callum: Rayla, you can’t just leave.
Rayla: Callum. I can’t face them. They deserve to be happy without worrying so much about me.

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