Array 051 [Voice/Video]
[Alphonse is sitting on the roof of the building identifiable as the hot springs bath house, holding a small silver rod and what looks like a crescent moon stuck to the tip, like some kind of wand. He rolls it in his fingers for a moment and glances at the book right next to him, covered in Latin text and runes - Asuna's Christmas present to him. He mouths something and swishes the wand in circular motion.]
Practi bigi nar... ardescat!
[Nothing happens. Al gives the wand a slightly dubious look, then chuckles as if he feels vaguely foolish or self-conscious.]
Ardescat, ardescat, that's Latin for...
[A slow smile touches his lips, and he snaps his fingers, watching them as he does so. He repeats the incantation and the swish of the wand.
This time something does happen. Or seems to. There is a tiny glimmer of light on the wand, small enough to have been a reflection of light off the silvery surface.]
Everything seems... right, somehow. I mean, look at this. Just...
[He flicks on the video feed. A light snow is falling down, melting before it hits the hot water of the springs, sunlight shining through a gap in the clouds.]
Look.
This was a good year, for every bad thing that happened, there was there was a moment I'd never want to forget. Thanks, everybody. At the risk of sounding overly sentimental, well, I have never felt more alive.
A home, a family, a purpose. A life.
I want to stay here forever.
Practi bigi nar... ardescat!
[Nothing happens. Al gives the wand a slightly dubious look, then chuckles as if he feels vaguely foolish or self-conscious.]
Ardescat, ardescat, that's Latin for...
[A slow smile touches his lips, and he snaps his fingers, watching them as he does so. He repeats the incantation and the swish of the wand.
This time something does happen. Or seems to. There is a tiny glimmer of light on the wand, small enough to have been a reflection of light off the silvery surface.]
Everything seems... right, somehow. I mean, look at this. Just...
[He flicks on the video feed. A light snow is falling down, melting before it hits the hot water of the springs, sunlight shining through a gap in the clouds.]
Look.
This was a good year, for every bad thing that happened, there was there was a moment I'd never want to forget. Thanks, everybody. At the risk of sounding overly sentimental, well, I have never felt more alive.
A home, a family, a purpose. A life.
I want to stay here forever.