Artemisia: Yea.. sorry about all this.
Apple: You know… If you need help… I can do it. I want to help.
Artemisia: What!? No! That’s too much pressure to ask of you.
Apple: You’re not asking. I’m offering. Besides, Misia, do you really think you can go to anyone else with this mission of yours and they’d be all gung ho? Let me help. If you need it… I’m here.
Artemisia: Wow… Where did you come from and why are you so perfect?
Apple: It’s a gift.
Artemisia: Pfft, okay Mr. Ego.




















