Kholten: Hey, Yarng.
Yarng: Hey.
Kholten: Listen, what I did back there... It wasn't a tremor, Yarng. It was... a test. A test for you.
Yarng: A test? You call almost destroying my work a test? What were you even trying to prove? That your chaos magic is superior to my carefully structured geomancy?
Kholten: No! Not that. I... I was trying to prove that you can't do it all alone. That you need someone to ground you, to challenge you. To... to keep you from getting so lost in your own head that you forget to live. I was worried about you, Yarng. You've been so focused on your wards and your circles that you've barely slept.
Yarng: I... I didn't realize... I'm sorry. I just... I get so focused, I forget to... I forget to breathe.
Kholten: I know. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have messed with your wards. It was a stupid, reckless thing to do. I was... I was so jealous of how much you put into your magic, I just wanted you to look at me, even if it was just to yell.
Yarng: You idiot. You have my attention. You always have.
Kholten: And you're still a drama queen. "A localized fissure," really?
Yarng: Well, it felt like a fissure. And you're still an arrogant pyro.
Kholten: Yeah. Your arrogant pyro.
Yarng: My arrogant pyro. Just... please don't mess with my wards again. Deal?
Kholten: Deal. And you... you promise to take a break once in a while?
Yarng: I promise. Now, can we just... can we just stand here for a minute.
Kholten: As long as you want.