[Ramza looks off the frame in thought. Perhaps not with fire, but if the rose truly was to blame for all of this...
His thoughts are interrupted by a window blowing open behind him, his hair and opened shirt both billowing in a chilling breeze that sends a shiver down his spine and sends droplets of water twinkling through the air alongside the petals.
With an irritated groan, he hastily slams the window shut as he struggles to re-gather his thoughts.
Right, the rose thing.]
...What if the curse yet remains after the Rose is destroyed?
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[Ramza looks off the frame in thought. Perhaps not with fire, but if the rose truly was to blame for all of this...
His thoughts are interrupted by a window blowing open behind him, his hair and opened shirt both billowing in a chilling breeze that sends a shiver down his spine and sends droplets of water twinkling through the air alongside the petals.
With an irritated groan, he hastily slams the window shut as he struggles to re-gather his thoughts.
Right, the rose thing.]
...What if the curse yet remains after the Rose is destroyed?