"There is an end in Girlfriend."
We had finally reached my mansion again, yes, my mansion, now that I'm back. We did come close to a city but Rosalind refrained from entering. Citing her reasons, she was claustrophobic and allergic to Matthew's insensitive overtaxed farmers.
"Well by that logic, there is also an end in friend." I told Siliana.
"Only benefits remain, but even that is lost with all these neo-retro hooligans." Rosalind had joined us, but I believe her dialogue had a different direction.
Unlike those authors who never quite mention who's saying what and completely leave it up to the reader to understand the narrative, Rosalind did her stuff differently. She targeted every detail in every speech of her puppet diligently and made sure the ploy, no matter how minuscule it was, was fully and completely pitch perfect.