Carock: "Please Lana, if you won't let me heal the burns, let me conceal them."
Lana: "I'm tired of illusions, Carock. I've lived my life putting them in front of my eyes, in hopes they would become reality. I was a child to think such things, to hope rather than act. Leave the burns alone. I'll not conceal myself with more illusions, I will be judged from their appearance.
Carock: "A Wizzrobe never judges one by appearances, you have nothing to prove with them. Not to anyone, and not to me. I have always been here for you and always will be."
Lana: "If only others were as empathic as you."
Carock: "Not everyone is perfect."