Many of us took quite a beating on the Magna Glacies, but we all helped each other hobble through the snow and wind, sparing nary a thought for which delegation we each belong to. From now, we're all firm comrades, through thick and thin!
Several of the tempered who were close to being cured suddenly regressed into madness. As disheartening as it was, the healers only grew more determined to continue the treatment.
I never thought Garleans would even be able to summon a primal, never mind one as terrifyingly powerful as Anima. I suppose it goes to show the extent of the Telophoroi's hold over their minds.
Through all the ordeals we've faced, I've never given up hope. But this? This is too much... What good is hope to us now!?
After everything we've seen, everything we've lived through, finally it feels as though our efforts are being rewarded. Soon, we'll be able to work alongside the people of Garlemald to build anew. There's no telling what the future will hold, but I know it will be bright indeed.