Ritchie: "It doesn't matter."
Austin: "Yes it does. Whatever is happening we can't help unless you tell us."
Ritchie: "I-i I'm ok. I just need to leave."
Michael: "No you are not, leaving won't help anything."
Ritchie: "I deserve it anyways. I hurt alot of innocence people. I should've been able to stop. I-i-ii-i... "
Austin: "Hey, hey, calm down it's ok. Breath in and out, take deep breaths."
Michael: "I don't blame you, Austin doesn't, neither does the village or the people we came across. If anyone is to blame its us and the person who released the gas."
Ritchie: "It was still me who did it. I've been dealing with this for hundreds of years. I've had it undercontrol, I had myself undercontrol."
Austin: "That's more of a reason why it wasn't your fault. The corruption has been growing for years on end. Its amazing you didn't give in. You never did if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have corrupted."
Ritchie: "It's st-stiil my fault, not yours, you both didn't know."
Michael: "If it isn't our fault, then it isn't your. If it is your fault, then it's also ours."
Ritchie: "I-i..."
Austin: "Hush, we are going back to the cabin now."
Michael picked Ritchie up and held him close to his chest as they walked back. Austin singing a calming toon and Michael running his hand up and down Ritchie's back, slowly putting him back to sleep.
