[... Literal fire flowers, Silver. Flowers made of fire. They've got the general shape of Gracideas and they're helping to melt what ice there is, since the lava's cooling back down.]

Honestly? Not sure where to begin. I mean, a ton's happened, right? What's your best memory?

[Good one? Who knows. C'mon, he's dragging Silver away from the... mess... oh god, Milla's gonna kill them.]

Becauuuuse it might be your last, lookin' at this place.