I'm really fine.
Willing to talk about your past with Char?
I'm not hurt at all.
(Pretend to not understand Camille.)
I swore I'd handle everything myself, but just now ... I reached out to you for help.
Something's been slipping out of control this whole time. I'm getting weaker and less like myself...
...Char is my twin brother.
Unlike me, he had no talent for witchcraft.
Perhaps I emerged a few seconds before Char ... and took what should've been his.
He was the scrawny troublemaker who always shadowed me, who always cried when things went wrong. I had to be protective.
The day Seš'qa was attacked, I failed to reach home in time...
Mother and father ... their eyes never opened again. But Char still breathed.
So I gave him half of my blood. He received my life force ... as well as my Arts.
Indeed. He ambushed me, then joined the Landbreakers.
I shall arrest him. But what then? I ... do not know what I'd choose to do with him.
But this time ... Seš'qa's suspicions remind me — it's time to make up my mind.
I will kill him.
When Seš'qa asked me to help you, they never mentioned your connection to Char.
You have their trust. Just as you have mine... I trust everything you've said.
Time to keep advancing.
Sure.
Endmin, are you ... doing this on purpose?
Hah, well, don't wait for me to ask questions.
It's the weapon he'd always dreamed of.
It's terrifying ... yet it also feels like a weight lifted.
Sorry, I can't really explain it.
You treating me as a friend and building some trust. That's good.
I can imagine. You must have been really close to him.
I ... couldn't lose him too.
Ah ... so he turned your own powers against you.
I made a monster with my own hands.