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Maps
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| Hermes, Meteion, Krile
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| Tree In Bloom, Slender Tree, Flower Bed, Familiar Plant, Junction, Malodorous Grass, Lush Fields, Shiny Object
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- You needn't be an entelechy to feel the weight bearing down on Hermes.
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I fear this discussion may take a while, during which time...
Meteion? Are you feeling unwell?
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It's not me, Hermes. It's you...
I won't go to the meeting. I'll stay with Forename.
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Loath though I am to impose, may I leave Meteion in your care again?
I'm in your debt. If you'll excuse me...
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Can you help me with something, Forename?
The meeting will make Hermes sad. I want to cheer him up. With a flower.
Hermes likes flowers the most. Of all the creations in Elpis.
Most creations are expected to be interesting. Or beautiful. Or strong. Better in some way.
But flowers are different. They're designed to suit our emotions. What we feel and want to convey. Hermes likes that.
I can't make flowers. So I'll search for one. And I want you to search with me.
Let's start here. At the Twelve Wonders. |
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Meteion is now accompanying you. Keep her at your side in order to proceed with quest objectives.
You can leave Meteion behind by entering a different area, putting too much distance between you, or by speaking with her and selecting the option to part ways.
If you wish to have Meteion accompany you again, return and speak with her at the original location. |
Let's search the Twelve Wonders first.
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All right! I'll wait at the building.
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Hermes is still talking. We still have time!
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you examine the flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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Vibrant purple flowers bigger than your hands adorn the tree.
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Oooh, so big and bright! I love them!
...But they might be too bright. You have to think of the recipient. That's what Hermes said.
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you examine the flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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A tall, slender tree rises before you. You crane your neck to look for flowers.
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No flowers... If there were apples, we could've covered them in syrup...
Let's head outside next. Don't worry─we won't wander far.
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Lots of flowers in the fields. We should be able to find something nice!
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you look for flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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An array of beautiful flowers grow in the bed, their mix of colors forming a pattern.
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These would be better for Hermes...but they're hedged in.
That means we shouldn't touch them. They're either under observation or poisonous.
Any other place should be fine, though. Let's keep looking! |
Vibrant or subdued...? Interesting or plain...? Hmmm...
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you look for flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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Set on a tall, thin stalk, the oddly shaped flower is mesmerizing in its undulations...
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Oh, a coneion! A flower that can move!
When Hermes wasn't looking, it shot seeds at him. Not a good gift, maybe...
But you're good, Forename─at spotting flowers! We'll find something soon! |
You're good at observing, Forename. Just like an observer!
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you look for flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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You spy nothing promising nearby. At best, common-looking grasses with some few tiny flowers...
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Hmmm, nothing around here... Ah!
Over there, Forename! Something big! Huge!
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Come on, let's get closer! But not too close!
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you look for flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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A terrible stench reminiscent of sodden old boots pervades the air... Without a doubt, the culprit is the morbol-like creature before you.
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It's an adonis! The things around its mouth look like petals. But the flowers are the orbs on its head!
When Hermes inspected it, it swallowed him up. He didn't leave his room for days. What do you think, Forename? Would he like it?
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What will you say?
| It's probably not the good sort of memory...
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I'd rather not go near that thing...
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So not this one either...
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Finding a good flower... It's harder than I thought.
I'm sorry, Forename, but could we search a little more? Maybe as far as the fields over there. I'll pick something after that, I promise.
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I've never given a gift before... Were you nervous too? For your first time?
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you look for flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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Lush, green fields stretch out before you, ending where the sky begins...
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Awww... There's nothing...
...Hm? The shiny thing over there. What could it be?
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I learned something new recently—the meaning of Philomythes Notos!
"Notos" is a south wind person...and "Philomythes" is his joy! Why is he joyful? Because this place is so beautiful!
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You should have Meteion accompanying you before you examine the flowers. |
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Meteion has yet to arrive. Be sure she is at your side before you examine the flowers. |
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Ooh, Elpis flowers! They're here too!
Hermes likes and dislikes them. At the same time.
Like me, they're entelechies. Like me, they feel his pain and turn dark...
That's only for Hermes, though. For others, they're always white and bright.
Truly!? The flower was dark in your home!?
Then...do you have it too? A dark emotion? |
What will you say?
| I've known the pain and sorrow of loss.
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I've felt great fury and frustration.
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I've been plagued by doubt and anxiety.
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I daresay I have a few.
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I see...
Hermes has known the same. The feeling that a part of you is gone. Again and again. But no one notices...
Please, Forename. Won't you lend it to me? Your pain and sorrow... |
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I see...
Hermes has felt the same. A fire burning in your breast. A trembling hand. But no one understands...
Please, Forename. Won't you lend them to me? Your fury and frustration... |
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I see...
Hermes has felt the same. A shortness of breath. The walls closer and closer. But only him. No one else feels it...
Please, Forename. Won't you lend them to me? Your doubt and anxiety... |
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You don't have to say it. I can feel it's something you want to hide.
But won't you lend it to me? The darkness inside you?
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I want you to make the flower dark. In front of Hermes.
He has been in a dark place. Since before he created me. He needs to know that he isn't there alone. That others are sad too.
Truly? You'll do it?
Thank you, Forename! Thank you! It means more to me than I can say!
I can't wait to see how Hermes reacts! Let's go back and fetch him! |
| Cutscene end.
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It seems they're still talking. Let's wait until they've finished.
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| Voiced cutscene start.
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Oh... You were waiting for me.
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Yes. We've come to a decision.
My thanks for keeping Meteion company.
Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus have already retired to their rooms.
There is a room for you too, if you would follow me. |
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Wait! I want to show you something first.
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Go on!
You're not the only one, Hermes. Others feel sad too. You're not alone.
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I see Meteion has shared much with you.
May we talk a moment?
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I do not think it wrong that we live for the star. That we strive to make it a better place.
And yet, in carrying out my duties here, there are times when I am plagued by doubt.
Do you recall what Hythlodaeus said, when we first spoke of my nomination?
Death is the privilege of those who have fulfilled their purpose. A choice they embrace of their own free will. And when they depart, it is always beautiful.
Perhaps it is...but only for man.
Creations that he deems useless are discarded with nary a second thought.
Some scarcely born into the world. Afforded a handful of breaths before life and potential are abruptly extinguished.
We make an effort to spare them the pain. But they sense what awaits. Rage in anguish and cower in fear...and it is not beautiful.
Yet no one cares. No one.
So fixated are we upon the duty that we do not pause to question the method.
Pain and suffering... Confusion and despair... Writ plain in the eyes of those poor creatures.
Yet no one sees. We turn a blind eye and carry on in blissful ignorance. Naught amiss, and always—always the blossoms shine pure and white.
A contradiction so blatant I could scream. Want to scream. How can you all accept this...aberration!?
Then I wonder...am I the aberration for thinking thus? And I am filled with dread...
But now I know I'm not alone. Not the only one for whom the flowers weep.
I won't ask what you thought as you kneeled beside the Elpis. Or if you only did it at Meteion's insistence.
Nevertheless...I thank you.
To know that you too have experienced suffering...is a comfort. |
What will you say?
| Glad I could be of service.
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Let's have no more brooding, eh?
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Oh, I could tell you all about suffering.
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To so willingly lend an ear to ease my burden... You are a strange one.
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...Indeed. Difficult though it may be, I must endeavor to be strong like you.
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Lest you misunderstand, I derive no pleasure from your pain.
It's just...the fact that you are still here, in spite of your suffering, gives me heart.
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The stars in the heavens... Know you what they are?
Though it is too far to tell, each glittering light could be a world not unlike Etheirys. A world filled with life.
So many stars, so many lives... For us, there may be no higher purpose than to live for our world, but what of the other living beings out there?
What is it that gives their lives meaning? That drives them day after day after day?
To pose that question to our undiscovered cousins, I created beings of dynamis, who can traverse the vast emptiness between the stars. Meteion and her sisters.
Aye, sisters.
She has a great many of them, and they have already departed on their journey. Traveling to one star, and then the next, in search of life.
As one might expect, exploration on such a grand scale is rife with difficulties, and thus I've naught to show for it.
But I have faith that we will make some manner of discovery ere long.
And when we do, I should be glad to share our findings with you, in gratitude for your kindness.
...It's getting rather late. We had best find our beds. 'Twould not do for both of us to be sleep-deprived on the morrow.
Come, Meteion! Let us head back. |
| Voiced cutscene end.
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I'm glad Hermes saw the flowers. Thank you, Forename.
It will help...I hope. Today will be difficult for him.
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Were you able to get some rest? Please, do not hesitate to let us know if you're feeling tired─I worry we might exhaust your scarce reserves of aether.
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The prodigal familiar returns, and after causing all manner of trouble while we were in our meeting, I'm sure.
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Closest Aetheryte: The Twelve Wonders
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