Bambera's simmering rage erupts in the woods

Bambera and Ancelyn move rapidly through the dense trees, the military officer keenly aware that time is slipping away with every step. Ancelyn’s formal address grates on her nerves, disguising respect with an archaic deference that feels like a deliberate provocation. Bambera’s polite inquiries about the Doctor curdle into a seething demand, the veneer of command stripped away as she orders Ancelyn into silence. The exchange exposes a clash of values—her modern leadership ideals colliding with Ancelyn’s unyielding tradition—until Bambera’s fury boils over, threatening violence if the archaic address continues. The fracture in their alliance widens in this raw confrontation, revealing deeper fractures beneath the surface politeness. key_dialogue: [ BAMBERA: He'd better not be gone when we get there