Past midnight.

Happy Father's Day.

Rest in peace.

( [Dante] )

( [Private to Reeve and Cid] )

Cannot bring reign to such freedom.

However, it is common courtesy to not attempt to burn down the forest while there are residents inside.

Only you may stop forest fires.

I cannot even call this a cloak any longer...

( [Private] )

[Transcribed flipping of pages as someone fingers through the journal, dim speech in the background.]

I am going to take a brief rest, Red. I seem to have acquired a headache larger than Cid's attitude problem...

Hn.

All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade.

Whether by outside or inside forces.

Is this

[A pause.]

Real? Flesh, bone...

And my eyes.

Something is very wrong.

( [Private] )

( [Lucrecia] )

The cycle continues.