There's no substitute for another pair of eyes.

[Krone's are twinkling. Like they often are around Eric.]

I had someone like what you're talking about once. A sort of older sister. Cecil... [Krone closes her eyes.] Franklin.

[She exhales. As if everything is coming back in vivid color.]

Seemed to be prepared for everything. Never complained. Always smiling. Except in the face of evil.

[Krone opens her eyes and lets down her legs, hands in her lap.]

That might have seemed like a tangent, I just mean to say... Alliances like that are truly beautiful. There's no need to be ashamed of it.

[Her lips quirk.]

And frankly, your resemblance to Cecil is downright uncanny. I thought if you didn't know it wouldn't be fair.