[Sylvain sighs softly, frowning.] Guess that means I really can't go around without my armor after all.

[He'd been kind of looking forward to that. Like a bit of a holiday. A break. Some rest and recuperation. But he shouldn't be surprised that there's just more fighting here and he kind of hates himself for thinking otherwise.]

Do those constructs ever let us in on what's actually going on? Or are they just here to be our shepherds. [He means that in the literal sense, they were like livestock, being encouraged to breed and having their needs tended to.]