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[Agrias is walking around, looking confused and almost angry. Everyone tells her this is Ivalice, and she was at first joyous to think she had returned home at last, but it all seemed off. Viera? Moogles? Airships? These things died out ages ago according to her history books. People would routinely find gutted airships and other such technology underground and study them to further understand the time she was now in.]
[Somehow, she was in her country's own past.]
This is...not the Ivalice I know. It tries to be home for me, but it cannot be. It is not the western lands; they all say they do not exist yet. It is not Orbonne nor Dorter nor any other place I have called home.
This is your foulest trick yet.
[She sits in a shopping district, overlooking a list of hunts to keep her occupied. She's fuming and you could swear the hairs on her braid were sticking up in anger. Sorry Agrias, but your Ovelia is in another castle.]
[Somehow, she was in her country's own past.]
This is...not the Ivalice I know. It tries to be home for me, but it cannot be. It is not the western lands; they all say they do not exist yet. It is not Orbonne nor Dorter nor any other place I have called home.
This is your foulest trick yet.
[She sits in a shopping district, overlooking a list of hunts to keep her occupied. She's fuming and you could swear the hairs on her braid were sticking up in anger. Sorry Agrias, but your Ovelia is in another castle.]