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Harpocrates (about Dion and Twinside): He must live with the consequences, and I fear it will take more than time to heal that wound. It will take forgiveness. Not from you and me. Not from the people. Not even from his late father. From himself.

Dion: Is that a wyvern tail? The color is… unfamiliar to me.
Harpocrates: Because it is unique to those found in the wild. Something in the harsh environments in which they grow lends them this… striking hue. Their roots are indistinguishable from those of their hothouse cousins, but once they bloom, the difference is immediately apparent. In this flower, I see you Your Highness. Its roots were the roots of a wyvern tail, with all that implies. But they do not define it… just as yours do not define you. I want you to have it… that it might remind you of this truth.
Dion: Master Harpocrates… I would ask of you a service. Keep your gift, until I have fulfilled my duty to the realm. For only then shall I be deserving of it.

Clive: Your Highness. Could you accompany me?
Dion: Oh. It is time then?
Clive: No. Just… to the shelves. Our loresman has something he wants to give you.
Dion: Master Harpocrates? No. I dare not show my face before him. Not after everything I have done. I've taken countless innocent lives and ruined countless more. Because I was weak. I swore to atone for my crimes, or die in the attempt. But were I to meet with him again, and see in his eyes what I have become… I fear that my resolve might falter.
Clive: Then that is all the more reason to do it. Prove to yourself, and to him, how strong it truly is.