*Zeta stares blankly at Jillian, really not grasping the full extent of what the tower is, but she nods nonetheless.*
Zeta: Rrrrright... Different realities, I will admit this isn't the first time somebody has talked about those. But I still don't understand what it really is. 
*She shrugs, but enters the room first, before waiting for Jillian and Xan.*
Zeta: But I do understand what you mean about being the last of your kind. Do good by them. 

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*Beatrix smiles, and takes her hand off her sword, and nods.*
Beatrix: True. It isn't my concern. It's [i]his[/i] concern.
*She opens her arms out, and, while continuing to smile, her sword pulls itself out of its sheath and flies towards Laura's hand.*
Beatrix: He likes fighting, so he made it is concern.