Allura: (sighs) I loved the smell of the mountain juniberries in the early morning breeze. King Alfor: As did I, Allura. Allura: Remember the summer berry festival? People would come from all over Altea for the harvest. King Alfor: I remember how the berry juice stained your favorite dress. You were so upset. Allura: (laughs) It took forever for Mother to calm me. I miss Altea so much. I miss you, Father. I wish it didn't have to be this way. King Alfor: I know, Allura, but as leaders, we have to do what's right for our people, even if it means great sacrifice. Allura: Oh, Coran, can't I stay?