[The feed flickers into life, depicting Fran as she runs gentle fingers over the wooden statues of her sisters. There is an obvious sadness to her as she slowly shifts to looking at the SFC.]
...Alucard has left. It seems sorrow will follow me here as well. It is bittersweet that I was unable to say good-byes.
[She sighs, then reaches over to run clawed fingers over the leaves and steams of an assortment of
pheasant's eye,
marigold and
everlasting flowers.]
[Filtered to Balthier]
...Balthier. It would please me if you would stay with me from now on. Partners do such, yes?
[The feed cuts out there.]