"I can finish the story if you want March, you've told me before," offered Burgandy.
March shook her head and said, "No. It's my story and I will end it. I am not so much hurt by it… as I am sad about what it means. I didn't exactly go into the details, but Alex and Alice were my friends. Sometimes I would feel like a third wheel of course, or their mother… but they were good people. Still are probably, I once again, I don't mean to imply their dead or anything…
"But sometimes I wonder if that would almost be better. I'll get to that part later I suppose. It's… perhaps it's really rude of me to think it would be better. They just ended up so resigned after the mission. Anyway, my point was that… they mean a lot to me those two. I never cared for the adventuring profession all that much. It just seemed like the most convenient way to become strong.
