One.
[Standing and rocking back and forth slightly. His eyes focus on the same spot on the ground, glaring. He has a look of wild panic. He clenches his hands into fists, rigid at his sides.]
...What is this?
Why can't I sense the Great Seed anymore? [Grits his teeth.] This doesn't make sense.
...Martel... No... No.
...What is this?
Why can't I sense the Great Seed anymore? [Grits his teeth.] This doesn't make sense.
...Martel... No... No.
