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Non.

Zis izn't working.

[Harle is frustrated for a number of things, likely due to recent events and how she doesn't seem to find anyone (save Officer Tir and vaguely Kid) helpful.]

It iz about ze zame az ze deztiny in ze islandz.

Kid, look for zis... Latimir. Ze Officer zayz he would be able to help. Until zen, it iz to be ze zticking togezer, oui?

Oh.
How iz ze Officer? Hopefully he ztill livez.

Ze world iz falling to piecez.
It iz like watching ze Dead Zea all over again.

Ze truly frightening one, non?

Every day zat passez iz many more people talking of zis and zat. I'm not underztanding a word of it, zough.

Zat girl, ze one I do not know. I have not zeen her eizer. It doez concern moi if only a little.

Kid, any fortune?
I have had none.
(And it zeemz you are ze one cauzing ze problemz and not moi zis time.)

Quel dommage.

Zis iz too much. Too much happenz on a day-to-day bazis.

I am ze ready to go home, now.

Ze Kid iz here.
Ze Lucca iz here.

I do not know vere, but zey are boz here.

And I am being told zat ze creaturez will be ze eating.
Who iz ze one responzible for ze placez to ztay?

Je veux rentrer à la maison.

[Harle's not the most... tech savvy. She's trying her best, though, and at least she's managed to turn the bloody thing on. Chances are she'll never sit down and write anything out. The jester's a little too lazy to do something like that. Which means, poor Discedo will be subject to her obnoxious--and at most times--condescending tone.]

Zut-zut-zut!
Vat iz zis? Ze Harle layz down for ze nap, haz wooonderful dreamz of vat will never be, and wakez to find... zis.

I do not find it amuzing.

[She kicks at the ground. This world is entirely different than El Nido. If anything, it reminds her of the Dead Sea, and beyond that, it could be like Chronopolis, which isn't what she wants to think about now.]

Iz it ztill ze archipelago? It doez not feel zat way, yet... Zere iz a similarity, non?

Se que suis moi état du terrain à font?

[There's a distinct pause. Quite distinct. And then something that appears to be a lot of frustration.]

Se que?!
Mon magique doez not do ze working?!

Je suis pas amusé!

[And now she's going to do all she can to figure out why she can't use elements.]

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