part 1

Cherche: Oh, Olivia. What are you doing over there?
Olivia: Ah, Cherche. I'm picking up seashells.
Cherche: ... seashells? What will you do with them?
Olivia: They're the proof of my journey. As a dancer, I've travelled across the whole world, so I've gotten into the habit of searching for things that can let me remember about a place I've been to... I want to make this seashell the proof that I've been to this beautiful ocean.
Cherche: The proof that you've been to this ocean... I see. I've always lived in Virion's mansion, so I'm afraid I don't really know the feeling of bring back proof that I've been somewhere.
Olivia: Ah, I'm sorry...
Cherche: Oh no, it's not something you should apologize for. But being born and raised differently than others invites a lot of different ideas.
Olivia: Would you like to look for something as well?
Cherche: Yes, I wouldn't mind trying. But I don't think I'll get a feeling of accomplishment if I go and collect seashells like you.
Olivia: In that case, how about this? I found this a little while back — it's very sparkly and pretty.
Cherche: My, it's definitely pretty. Oh? This is... hm... this looks like one of Minerva's scales.
Olivia: What!?
Cherche: Ufufu... thank you for calling it pretty. But I doubt this would count as a memory.
Olivia: T-that's true...
Cherche: Collecting something that is unique to this land should be fine... we're in the middle of a battle right now, so I think I'll look again later.
Olivia: All right. Please tell me if you find something.

part 2

Cherche: Ah, Olivia.
Olivia: Cherche. Have you found a suitable souvenir?
Cherche: Yes... I've taken a page out of your book and decided to look for things that have fallen to the ground, but... afterwards... ufufu. Collecting things in itself had started to become quite fun...
Olivia: I see, I'm glad! In the case, what have you gathered?
Cherche: This.
Olivia: "This"...? Kyaa! What is that!?
Cherche: The husk of a bug.
Olivia: H-husk...!?
Cherche: Yes, when the bugs of this hot region become adults, they shed their shell. There are a lot of bugs living the trees around these parts. And it's not just husks — there are a lot of dead ones that have fallen to the ground as well.
Olivia: .....
Cherche: Living their brief lives to the fullest... the fleeting dreams of the decaying insects... don't you think it's poetic, hm?
Olivia: I-I think it's gross~!!
Cherche: Hm? What are you talking about, Olivia? Don't you think your sense is a little weird?
Olivia: Please don't make such a genuinely mystified expression! ...huh? Have I... said something strange?
Cherche: Indeed you have. It's rude looking at this cuties and calling them gross. See, look at this one. Isn't it adorable? What a peaceful expression on its dead face...
Olivia: I-it's impossible~! P-p-please don't get too close~!
Cherche: Oh dear, that Olivia. And I showed her the proof of my memories here, too... ufufu... but this is indeed fun. After the battle is over, I think I'll go and search more.