Nicolo: You...You are from the kingdom, are you not?
Christopher: Um, Sensei...
Nicolo: Nicolo shall do me fine.
Nicolo: Be wary, "sensei" refer to that lot,
belonging to this order that is mine.
Fear them more than the Shinigami near
Christoher: What of Minerva...?
Nicolo: The girl...? Do not fear...
Nicolo: Though her injuries were heavy and great,
The ones you had...Greater, almost too late.
Paula, regardless, examines her now.
Christopher (internally): Good, she is safe. My survival is allow'd,
for, without her, no purpose would be found.
[Flashback]
Guards: Take fire, men! Kill them all!
Enemies: Run! Ack! Gawwh!
Lauren: Aaahhhhh! I am so sorry my poor Miina.
If only I'd come a little sooner,
Then your beautiful skin wouldn't have gotten all scratch'd up!* [*Note, Shakespeare broke iambic pentameter to show closeness or in times of extreme emotional distress, so I have broken it here]
Minerva: Lauren...
Lauren: ...But it looks like I won our bet.
I said my beautiful wouldn't die; didn't I?
Minerva: But here I really was supposed to die!
Lauren: Yes, I understand completely, my my.
You snuck away from the group on you own,
All to make us worry about you all alone?
Stop making excuses.*
Minerva: I'm not making excuses!
Lauren: Oh, and by the way,
Who is that lovely young boy over there?
Minerva: That...is my slave....