Causes and Costs
Coerthas Western Highlands
When I said I wished to speak with you after the conference, I confess I envisaged rather happier circumstances. If anything, however, this latest tragedy makes the need more pressing. There are things I must say. Not to the Warrior of Light, or even my fellow Scion, but...to you, Forename. My friend. But not here, no... Ah, but of course. The intercessory in Camp Dragonhead is still open to us. Let us go there.
Coerthas Central Highlands
Forgive me. That took longer than expected. ...You seem puzzled. Oh, these? I thought something warming might not go amiss. It was not all that long ago that we sat here, you and I. In our very own “Falling Snows,” as Lord Haurchefant called it. I still struggle to believe he has gone. And Ysayle too... I had such hopes for her... Master Matoya asked me what it was all for. Why we fight...and why we die. Were I still commander of the Braves, I would doubtless have replied, “For the future of Eorzea,” but I am not that man. Not anymore. I needed a new answer. One that I could live with. And when I saw Estinien at the ceremony, I knew at last what it was. I do not want to be a man who sacrifices his friends and family for a cause. I want to fight for Estinien─and I want to save him. When Nidhogg leads the Horde into battle, Ser Aymeric and his forces will do what they believe must be done. That is their choice to make. Yet even if Ser Aymeric is willing to forsake Estinien, I am not. We must fight for him, for he is our friend and ally. We may struggle, we may fail, but we must try.
We will find a way to save him.
We will. I know we will. Lord Haurchefant would be proud. I knew you would understand! Together, we will surely find a way.
...To aid those in need.
Lord Haurchefant would be proud. I knew you would understand! Together, we will surely find a way.
Forgive me. I say these things to you in full knowledge of the fact that you have never yet given up on a friend. We will find a way. I know we will.
Thank you, Forename. It is unfair of me to unburden myself in this manner, time after time, but I am glad that you permit me nonetheless. You are my true friend and ally. Though not all of our fellow Scions will support our stance on Estinien, I have faith that we will win them over in due course. Such is the infectious power of hope. Right. That is quite enough solemn introspection for one night. I think we would both benefit from some time in the company of Tataru. She stays for us at Fortemps Manor. Let us not keep her waiting any longer.
(Well! Alphinaud certainly seems to be in better spirits. Do we have you to thank for this?)
Yet again we walk an all-too-familiar path. I am reminded of when we first came to this manor. Lost and uncertain, we were granted succor in our hour of need. We were saved─and now it is our turn to return the favor!
Hear, hear! Let no one say that the Scions do not repay their debts! After all, what kind of people would we be if we forsook our friends? If we stopped looking for Yda and Papalymo, or if we gave up hope of bringing Minfilia back?
Though she knew it would cost her dearly, Minfilia reached out to us to deliver a message. She believed it was imperative that we understand the true nature of this star─of the rift between Zodiark and Hydaelyn, and of the Ascians' aspirations. But for all that has been revealed, I cannot shake the suspicion that there is much we have yet to learn... In any event, I think it time we step back from the fray and carefully consider our next course of action. It will not be easy to turn this tragedy to triumph, but we will find a way. We will. We will.
Coerthas Western Highlands
Of all the ways for it to end. Even before his transformation, I could feel the wyrm's hatred swirling about Estinien. The terrible, all-consuming rage... Enough to fuel a thousand-year quest for vengeance. It was all I could do not to run away screaming. But Ishgardians─nay, all Eorzeans─are made of sterner stuff. They face danger and death on a daily basis, and understand what it takes to win a war.
Think not too deeply on Master Matoya's words. Her intent was but to steel our resolve. That, and to remind us to look beyond these passing conflicts to trials greater still─to the truth which hides at the heart of this world.
So that's your aim, is it?
Not at all! I believe it's traditional for the student to follow in the footsteps of the master. And you are so very alike.
Change─that great, inexorable wave─was upon us, and soon all of Ishgard would bend to its will.— From the memoirs of Count Edmont de Fortemps
For all our sins, for all our scars, the future for which we had long yearned was at last within our grasp.
But it would be bought at a heavy price.
For in those twilight hours did Nidhogg cry out for vengeance,
and his brethren raise their voices for the final chorus of the Dragonsong War.
Heavensward: The Gears of Change
Caution, Yda─that is all I ask! Do not be so eager to place your faith in them. Not until we know more.