| ID | labelString | styleUnsignedShort | nameString |
|---|
| 1 | bf08290150_0010 | 82 | Your Majesty!
Yesterday, we sealed Section 47. |
| 2 | bf08290150_0020 | 82 | I see.
This is even faster than the surveys estimated. |
| 3 | bf08290150_0030 | 82 | Furthermore, we've detected surges of geothermal
energy in the royal precincts. |
| 4 | bf08290150_0040 | 82 | So we can't hold out for long. Even here. |
| 5 | bf08290150_0050 | 82 | The ether flow is the lifeblood of the Titan. The
temperature is increasing with its age. |
| 6 | bf08290150_0060 | 82 | Perhaps we should hasten moving
the capital to Gormott. |
| 7 | bf08290150_0070 | 82 | We've only just recalled the consul. |
| 8 | bf08290150_0080 | 82 | And with no good explanation to the Gormotti. |
| 9 | bf08290150_0090 | 82 | We don't want to sow discord for no benefit. |
| 10 | bf08290150_0100 | 82 | It's just, I fear time is running short... |
| 11 | bf08290150_0110 | 82 | Indeed, but not only for us. |
| 12 | bf08290150_0120 | 82 | Gormott is fertile for now... |
| 13 | bf08290150_0130 | 82 | But the harvests have been declining for years. |
| 14 | bf08290150_0140 | 82 | It's like a cry issuing up from the center of the world. |
| 15 | bf08290150_0150 | 82 | [ML:undisp ]*sigh* |
| 16 | bf08290150_0160 | 82 | Your Majesty? What is it? |
| 17 | bf08290150_0170 | 82 | Nothing...
Just my imagination. |
| 18 | bf08290150_0180 | 82 | My sister...
Where are you now? |