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Jillian strides up to one of the tents of Ansom's encampment, holding her sword in one hand and her winged helmet in the other. Her bearing is agitated.
Jillian Zamussels: I'm telling you, we could've gotten him. This turn. I had him. You should've trusted me.
Prince Ansom: You should have made your case, Commander.
Jillian Zamussels: I couldn't! Not by Thinkagram!