[It's too much to ask for, too perfect - but he knows of Ultima's breath upon his flesh, calling it back to life, bringing he back to life in a time where it seems only more hazards are to be found.]
[It makes a strange echo of sorrow whisper and cling to his heart - he had been not wholly correct and yet still longer Cid would wait his word upon the tasks they set upon themselves.]
[At least Gabranth...still lived. His brother, Archadia, for now, would be safe.]
[This Ajora, however - the man's devices, if they were even his own, perhaps at one point he would need to meet with the priest, alone, in quiet. Learn, and adjust as he needed. He has played the terror once, and damn everything, he may just need to do it again.]
"If the words you speak are thus true, we are all truly imperiled." [There is a moment of sadness that shifts through his voice. Vayne is tired of gods, tired of toys and playthings - and he himself? Perhaps he is one and he is not even aware, but he must persist, must continue.] "Pray, forgive my overindulgence -" [Habitually a hand touches his own chest, head dipping a little -] "- though doubt does not cross my mind you will be vigilant, seeking to ensure the page is not wrought, and Ajora will be without his marked path - your words have troubled me in ways I have not thought to be. Ajora is a personal, driving quest for you, is he not?"
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[It makes a strange echo of sorrow whisper and cling to his heart - he had been not wholly correct and yet still longer Cid would wait his word upon the tasks they set upon themselves.]
[At least Gabranth...still lived. His brother, Archadia, for now, would be safe.]
[This Ajora, however - the man's devices, if they were even his own, perhaps at one point he would need to meet with the priest, alone, in quiet. Learn, and adjust as he needed. He has played the terror once, and damn everything, he may just need to do it again.]
"If the words you speak are thus true, we are all truly imperiled." [There is a moment of sadness that shifts through his voice. Vayne is tired of gods, tired of toys and playthings - and he himself? Perhaps he is one and he is not even aware, but he must persist, must continue.] "Pray, forgive my overindulgence -" [Habitually a hand touches his own chest, head dipping a little -] "- though doubt does not cross my mind you will be vigilant, seeking to ensure the page is not wrought, and Ajora will be without his marked path - your words have troubled me in ways I have not thought to be. Ajora is a personal, driving quest for you, is he not?"