[Phone Call]

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[Ring, ring. Pick up, Agrias.]

Comments

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[Her tone is one of forced calm.]

This is Mjrn. I hope this is not an inconvenient time to speak?

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Aye. A comment of Balthier's....

...but first, you and Mustadio are from the same era, yes?

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[A small sigh at that.]

Aye.

He stated in passing that Viera do not appear within Mustadio's time, or at least there were no exiles....

[The most reluctantly asked question ever, but she has to know.]

Is he correct?

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[A soft sigh, and then her voice is heavy with disappointment, grief, and a bundle of other emotions.]

Thank you for telling me the truth, as you know it. I would wish for no less, even though the news is not what I would have hoped.

...far from what I had hoped. That the Viera keep to themselves does not settle well with me. It never has, Lady Agrias. Exiles there are, yet few they are in number. I wished for a time when Viera society would learn from the outer world...yet, it seems that time is never to come.

And if they are truly gone, as these other races....

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[A long stretch of silence, as she absorbs all that.]

Twelve centuries....

Do you believe, then, that the future may be altered? Yet I know not how to fulfill such a wish, regardless. I am no leader....

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That is not quite true. Your opinion matters a great deal to me. I would not have called you were it not so.

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I shall remember this. Yet...I need to consider where I want this path to lead. Aimlessness suits me no longer, but I need time to find a purpose.

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To know this is more comforting than I can express, truly.