[ It's the perfect crime scene. The butler, dead, on the floor. The young lady standing beside it, looking .... incredibly confused and holding what seems to be a giant casket over her head. Where did she get that thing? It clearly doesn't match the scene at all! The casket comes in later, at the funeral. And how the hell is she holding it up? It looks incredibly weighty, something six men may need to carry together but she doesn't seem the least bit strained. ]
Ah... ah, um. Oh dear.
[ She's looking down at the body and then up again, so so flustered, and feeling incredibly bad despite the fact that she doesn't even remember... hurting this person! ]
It looks like I've made a grave mistake...!
[ THIS IS NO TIME FOR PUNS, COLETTE. Panicking, she steps back, accidentally smacking the casket into the wall. Oh dear. ]
I'm so sorry, I don't even—um, maybe he's just sleeping? He could be sleeping, right?
ii. "are they supposed to do that??"
I—I'm not sure, actually, but I think I've been framed.
[ The paintings aren't letting her off so easily, though. You're not framed like we're framed, they shoot back, and she flails her hands up and down. ]
Of course not! I'm sorry, I'm not a painting, it was wrong of me to use that phrase. But I really don't think it was me! Gosh... maybe it was me. I'm so, so sorry.
[ Catching someone else approaching out of the corner of her eye, she waves her hands and tries to flag them down. ]
Excuse me! Excuse me, um, could you please arrest me for murder? Is that how it's supposed to work here? I feel terrible.
iii. "please act like you didn't hear that"
My most embarrassing secrets? Ah... w-well, if that's what the stairs want, then I should... do that, shouldn't I?
[ Clearly her throat lightly, she leans over the railing of one of the stairs and cups her hands over her mouth so that they all can hear. ]
Hello! My name is Colette Brunel and—telling you some of my secrets!
[ This is so terrible, goodness. Blushing, she presses her hands against her cheeks. ]
I... oh. This is harder than I thought.
Okay..! I've never had a first kiss!! Um. I... sometimes, I pretend I'm a dragon! And—sometimes I'll tell people I'm allergic to bell peppers when I actually just hate them.
[ She's so sincere and everything is terrible. ]
iv. "holy guacamole"
[ Suddenly, it's dark, and she's running. Terrified. Somehow the hallway keeps winding on and on with no end. What's going to happen? She's still not sure if she actually murdered someone but still. She has duties; she can't die here!
Those are more or less her thoughts when she runs straight into someone. ]
W—Watch out...! I'm... I'm a ... badass! So please don't try to kill me!
Colette Brunel | Tales of Symphonia
[ It's the perfect crime scene. The butler, dead, on the floor. The young lady standing beside it, looking .... incredibly confused and holding what seems to be a giant casket over her head. Where did she get that thing? It clearly doesn't match the scene at all! The casket comes in later, at the funeral. And how the hell is she holding it up? It looks incredibly weighty, something six men may need to carry together but she doesn't seem the least bit strained. ]
Ah... ah, um. Oh dear.
[ She's looking down at the body and then up again, so so flustered, and feeling incredibly bad despite the fact that she doesn't even remember... hurting this person! ]
It looks like I've made a grave mistake...!
[ THIS IS NO TIME FOR PUNS, COLETTE. Panicking, she steps back, accidentally smacking the casket into the wall. Oh dear. ]
I'm so sorry, I don't even—um, maybe he's just sleeping? He could be sleeping, right?
ii. "are they supposed to do that??"
I—I'm not sure, actually, but I think I've been framed.
[ The paintings aren't letting her off so easily, though. You're not framed like we're framed, they shoot back, and she flails her hands up and down. ]
Of course not! I'm sorry, I'm not a painting, it was wrong of me to use that phrase. But I really don't think it was me! Gosh... maybe it was me. I'm so, so sorry.
[ Catching someone else approaching out of the corner of her eye, she waves her hands and tries to flag them down. ]
Excuse me! Excuse me, um, could you please arrest me for murder? Is that how it's supposed to work here? I feel terrible.
iii. "please act like you didn't hear that"
My most embarrassing secrets? Ah... w-well, if that's what the stairs want, then I should... do that, shouldn't I?
[ Clearly her throat lightly, she leans over the railing of one of the stairs and cups her hands over her mouth so that they all can hear. ]
Hello! My name is Colette Brunel and—telling you some of my secrets!
[ This is so terrible, goodness. Blushing, she presses her hands against her cheeks. ]
I... oh. This is harder than I thought.
Okay..! I've never had a first kiss!! Um. I... sometimes, I pretend I'm a dragon! And—sometimes I'll tell people I'm allergic to bell peppers when I actually just hate them.
[ She's so sincere and everything is terrible. ]
iv. "holy guacamole"
[ Suddenly, it's dark, and she's running. Terrified. Somehow the hallway keeps winding on and on with no end. What's going to happen? She's still not sure if she actually murdered someone but still. She has duties; she can't die here!
Those are more or less her thoughts when she runs straight into someone. ]
W—Watch out...! I'm... I'm a ... badass! So please don't try to kill me!
[ She sounds not at all convincing. ]