AsaHi: Even consumed by darkness. TsuYa tried to protect the people he cared about. And from what the Elder said, so did you.
Zeb: *gives the Elder a grouchy look*
Zeb: I’m sorry, Tai thinks he’s the bastion of light and goodness.
Tai: Give me a break.
Zazo: He is!
AsaHi: I remember who he was. *murmurs* He was someone who always fought for what he believed in. Even in the end, he never gave up.
Tai: *frowns, embarrassed* This isn’t about me.
Zeb: What about when you fight for something wrong? What about when it consumes you and tips you to darkness?
AsaHi: *stammers* TsuYa? Is it really you? What… happened? Last time I saw you, you were…
Zazo: It’s the power of luv! He decided to be my servant again!
Tai: What are you talking about? I never decided to be your servant to begin with, much less “again!”
-BSC, the Dark Knight, coming to Mysidia, standing in front of the Crystal with with beaten up mages on either side-
Miran: *squinty eyes*
-Airships burning everything – Damcyan, burning-
Miran: *covers her face*
*the light shines as a dim silhoutte of AsaHi, Miran and Max appear from the light*
-A Short Time Ago..-
*A flashback to Max, sitting with her, trying to tell the story of what he knows of Zeb and Cecil*
-Later, at the Tower of Wishes-
Miran: They are alive. I should be happy, right? Then, why am I so worried?
AsaHi: Because a mother always worries about her sons.
Zazo: *grumbles* What’s taking so long? Tell the roly-poly elder to move it!
Miran: Can’t you just behave?
AsaHi: That’s good, then!
Max: And there has been sightings of white-haired gentlemen causing chaos all over Baron. *winks*
Miran: *reaches around and hugs Max* Can you take me to them? To my sons? Are they okay?
Max: *gives this thoughtful look* I think we need to have a dialogue about this. *looks at AsaHi and Zazo* How about you all join me in the kitchen at the Tower. I can still make some mean choco-cookies.
Miran: *worried look at AsaHi*
AsaHi: *nods and tries to encourage Miran*
Miran: *grits her teeth and pulls them both down* This is the Elder of Mysidia! The leader… ruler.. uh.. Arweinydd?
Zazo: WAT? He’s not an Arweinydd! Arweinydd don’t lose their hair!
Miran: Can she ever button it up?
Max: I knew I would find you here. *kneels down and lifts her chin*
Miran: You Elder types always have a strange way of knowing too much.
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