*Whine*

Hm? What is it, Repede?
Are you worried about me?

Woof!

I've thought about that grave a lot now.
But...

Woof!

I still can't figure out what I should do...

I don't know what you're trying to figure out, but
nothing good will come of rushing into things.

Ah! Rita, you heard me?

Also, you're definitely not getting any
help by going to the dog for advice.

I know that, but talking to him kind of makes
me feel better. Why don't you tell Repede what
you're worried about sometime, Rita?

Hmph! I'll pass.

There's nothing to be shy about, right?

Woof!

...Seifer... I...

*Whine?*