War Horse: Neigh.
Marsha: Here, come on out. That's a good boy.
The horse seems to naturally gravitate to the knight, drooping its head to brush up against her.
War Horse: Neigh ...
Marsha: Haha.
Marsha: Oh my, Marie, look at his beautiful coat! Not even the colonels have such handsome companions.
Sentinel: He seems to have taken a liking to you. Can you ride?
Marsha: What sort of question is that, Marianne? You're talking to a knight.
Even without a saddle, she mounts the horse with ease.
Marsha: Come on, take my hand. I'll give you a ride.
Sentinel: ...
After a moment's hesitation, Sentinel takes the offered hand and finds herself on the horse's back as well.
Marsha: This field is perfect for a gallop, but I'm worried you might fall.
Sentinel: Let me off, then. Enjoy it yourself.
Marsha: What fun would that be? Come on, just hold on tight.
Marsha: Giddy up!
Sentinel: Hey!
Marsha: Hahahaha!
Marsha: I can't believe you don't know how to ride a horse. But I can teach you. Just think of them as oversized hunting dogs.
Marsha: I'll come find you after you move. How does that sound? Where will you be if you're not staying with your family?
Sentinel: Perhaps Paris? My mind is yet made. But, wherever I am, I should like to open a clothing store.
Marsha: Then you'd better choose a store name I'll recognize right away. No, you'll become so famous that it'll take no work to find you.
Marsha: Could you make a parade dress for me?
Sentinel: I have never before made such a dress, but, I shall learn for you.
Marsha: Wow, a parade dress tailor-made for me by a famous French fashion designer. It's like a dream come true.
Sentinel: Heh ...
This might be the first moment of true peace they've felt since the war began.
The horse grows tired. They dismount to let it roam and feed on the tall meadow grass.
Sentinel: What of you? How may I come into your contact? The Lord only knows where the Foundation will send you once this is ended.
Marsha: You may be right. The fight against Manus Vindictae isn't over. But don't worry. I'll always find a way to get in touch with you.
Sentinel: I do not wish to judge your decision, but do all you can to stay alive, Marsha. Do not make a martyr of yourself.
Marsha: Why the sudden sentimentality, Marie?
Sentinel: ...
Sentinel: If all this—when all this—comes to an end one day, I hope ... I hope to see you again.
Marsha: Me too.
Sentinel: I will pray for you, though I am uncertain if my voice will be heard.
Sentinel: I am nothing like Agnès. She is an angel descended from heaven. And I am ...
The Gargoyle keeps her eyes hidden in the shadow.
Sentinel: Never mind.
Marsha: ...
*beep-beep*
War Horse: Neigh!
Marsha: Hmm?
The communicator's noise startles the nibbling horse. It lifts its head and bolts into the distance.
Marsha: Ah, there he goes.
She picks up the device. Again, it's an anonymous caller.
???: Marsha, we need you on the front immediately. I've already sent you the coordinates.
???: Bring the Gargoyle if she's willing.
Marsha: Who are you?
???: We'll meet soon enough.
