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[ There was always time to rest between times of activity - and Th'ancred needed it. He hadn't expected his brother to return, however - his nervous clicking made that clear.

Oh, but he wasn't just nervously clicking because of Pratsha - the man he'd thought dead. No, though he wouldn't hide it, how could he tell the others what he lost? His magic, however, was so enhanced. He could taste aether in the air, and if he wanted, he was sure he could see it. However, that would drain far too much from him. Though it hurt to not see anymore.

His room, of course, was a mess (or would seem it for a non-Miqo'te). Both him and his brother shared it - it was more of a campsite, for it felt more natural for the shaken Nunh. He was sitting, head to the wall, when his ears twitched. Prastha was there, he could hear it. His footsteps sounded different then others.

Miqo'te ears, after all, were sensitive. Perhaps his clicking was because of that - helping him see what he knew before. ]

...Is everybody out there going okay? [ Th'ancred asked, turning around. ]

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[ Th'ancred is sort of. Not standing, his body is trembling, his clothes look burned.

Soon, though, it's clear that Th'ancred is crying, holding Minfilia in his arms. He slightly loosens his grip, to show she's safe, if not... asleep, and almost looking like a literal angel. Urianger, however, moves to unlock the door. ] --I shall get aid. Move him somewhere-- anywhere.

[He whines- what has his brother been through?- and tries to wrap his arms around both of them. He's glad to see that Minfilia looks alright- changed, but safe, and home…

He glances at Urianger, nodding.]

Right. I think- somewhere more comfortable, at least- 'ancred, can you walk a little?

I can. [ Oh, his voice is quiet. He's leaning right on his brother, not daring to let go of Minfilia - as if she'll slip away if he does. ]

I've got you. [he wraps his arms tight around Th'ancred- giving Moenbryda a brief questioning look, but he's focused on getting his brother to the closest room with something comfortable to lie on.]

[ Moenbryda, however, follows - but Urianger is off to get healing items. Anything. Luckily, there's a nearby room. And Moenbryda, uh. Bursts it open for them.

Th'ancred seems to smile at her - or in that direction - a little, though, before just letting out soft rumbles to his brother. ]

[Honestly, that's fine with him- they'll know where she is, after all! And maybe she can help- already is with the door, even. They can fix that!

He rumbles back, tugging Th'ancred over to sit down.] Are you- how bad is it? [because- Th'ancred seems obviously hurt, and he starts pulling together energy to push into a Cure for him now.]

...Heal her. [ He clicks back, but he is speaking common. Eyes looking forward, barely hiding his blindness. And then, he shook his head. ] I'm-- doing it too.

[ Softly, gently, he let Minfilia relax a little on him. She truly looked like a classical angel, if not for the blackness staining her. ] ...She met our-- she met God.

…all right. [He redirects that energy to focus on Minfilia, worrying. She's here, but- what happened? If she's unconscious… He reaches to stroke her hair- worrying over the blackness a little.]

… Zodiark?

[ Even her hair has been stained black, but she lets out a relaxed sigh. Yup, in a deep sleep. But she seems a little less agitated anymore. ]

...The very same. So you already know-- we were never under Hydaelyns' light? Poor Minfilia... she couldn't handle learning it.

[ Oh. So he probably found Minfilia there, and... then what? ]

[He keeps stroking her hair- following some of the black unhappily, but glad to see her a little more at ease.]

I found out- through talking to Moenbryda. She'd- been in his realm. I- no, I can't imagine- when we'd thought it was Hydaelyn's blessing, all this time…

What happened?

So that's what other person is here? [ He asks. ]

...We should begin with why she went into Flow. [ Th'ancred says, softly - brushing though her hair, that faded to a familiar purple. ] She heard a voice calling her - Zodiark, though we had all called Him Hydaelyn for so very long.

Yes. She… said she was put back together, and- this seems to be the result.

[he gives a soft unhappy sound on seeing that, but cuddles closer.] Calling her… into the Lifestream, to talk to Him? To what end? …did that… seem to bother Him?

...To what end. That's what-- I wanted to know, as He held her. He'd wanted to show somebody the truth - but did not know we cannot survive in His realm, or return to ours.

[ There seems to be a soft, tired chuckle. ]

...He's but a child, Prastha.

Ah. To reach out and help, in… His realm? Moenbryda mentioned… she wasn't able to return, by herself.

[he bites his lip, considering.]

Does… He need someone to learn from? Should we try to talk to Him?

...I talked with Him. Long ago, Hydaelyn sealed Him away... in a barren land, as punishment. Whatever objects fell though, He tried to learn from...

[ Because sometimes, objects would fall - not towards the Void, but towards the First. Or, in their case, the Second. ]

Until the first time He saw a Spoken, and wished to make His own. Copying history taken from the world Hydaelyn blesses the most, He...

[ Th'ancred takes a deep gulp. This... he wouldn't have believed it, without proof. The horrible truth of their existence. ]

...made us. And all of this... only five years ago.

Sealed… We've heard this tale, haven't we? And… being so far, it would make sense to be curious…

Ah- to have children of His own? It… makes sense, but…

[he flattens his ears, gulping.]

But- we remember. Don't we? Did… you saw something, didn't you. [because- he seems certain in retelling this.]

[ There's silence, as the door creaks open - Urianger has brought healing items. Moenbryda shows him to a seat, before closing it again - this is the sort of stuff that shouldn't leave the room. ]

...Well, he didn't show me. [ He says, softly - his eyes are still silver. ] But he did prove it. How small our world is... it barely extends over Eorzea. A diagram - he let me run my finger over it, and I could feel everywhere, in miniature.

It felt real. It was as if... sometimes, you simply know something is true, from how it's shown?

[Prastha glances towards him, but stays cuddled up with his brother and Minfilia.]

Ah- of course. [he sighs, leaning in a little.] And- the miniature ended at- certain points? I suppose- an entire wolrd is a lot to start with…

[he feels cold- drawing his legs up- but he's still reaching out to hold onto Th'ancred.] …yes. Like the curtain had been drawn back on something you'd partially known. And that's how you felt?

I… it's terrifying.

...There's no such place as Ala Mhigo. To-- stop those who go to aid the Resistance, Zodiark has crafted some of it, but... it's a work in progress. [ He says it, as he brushes though Minfilias' hair more. Her home... that would have been more than a shock. But he lets his tail wrap around his brothers'.

But, for all of this, Th'ancred only sounds mildly upset. ] Zodiark wanted Minfilia to show the world, but... I don't think it's ready.

… Oh. That's- gods, they'd be in for a terrible shock- gods, no wonder she seemed so badly affected. But- if He's not stopping as things are, that's good news, isn't it? [he curls his tail around Th'ancred's in turn, still troubled.]

…learning that it's not as full as we think it is? No, I don't think so, either. But what do we do…? Do we try to encourage them towards it…? But that's no easy task…

It has taken this long to craft this much - He'd not crafted Val, that is why we could no longer contact it. [ But that does mean that at least some of Garlemald was crafted... right...? It had to be, for Prastha. ]

I don't know what to do. I-- just want to make sure we're all safe. Alive - by the grace of Zodiark or by our own skills.

[ Urianger hasn't heard all of this - but he seems to have an idea. ] ...Lead the darkness to aid the light...

And if people go exploring, there'll need to be more… Ah- that would seem to explain in, and perhaps why we haven't heard much of it. If they're not there… [It must have been- he remembers parts of it quite clearly, and that was within the last few years. Besides- the Garleans must have a few people coming from somewhere…]

So do I- for all of us to live, and be happy.

Hm? [he tilts his head, looking back at Urianger.] Put the strengths of the two powers together, in other words?

Have you noticed, how... quite a few are satisfied? Even explorers...? Zodiark tries to keep us happy. Ignorant. There's a lot of beings sleeping out there, waiting to be built. [ But he'll listen to Urianger. ]

My contact tells me Hydaelyn is dying - both Light and Darkness lacking. He came to me to seek... darkness to gift her. If we could get them to work together, then would it not aid Zodiark? And... give us chance to give Him guidance?

I hadn't thought much of it, but- more than a few seemed content enough, and some… half-asleep. It's- a little clumsy…

Ah- and so she needs both? I… wouldn't have expected darkness to be what she needed- but if you're sure- Your contact is trustworthy for this, correct? [he hums, thinking.] That's… I think it would benefit us to try to give Him some guidance.

...Those who are meant to linger outside. Or who go back there - it's a simple defense, from the truth. [ soft clicky th'ancred, thinking about uriangers' proposal as well.

Urianger sighed, though. ] My contact can travel to them - but both are needed. Without them, everything will vanish. And there is one land which needs far more darkness - for Light flooded it. It is the Shard next to ours. [ a h. But Urianger seems to be smiling a little, with too many teeth. ]

Could we not guide Him to create a finer world - one finer then Hydaelyn? Even if we would turn to Beings of Light, like Moenbryda.

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