Characters: The Warrior of Light, Matoya. Progress: Incomplete Summary: A meeting of the FF1 cast in its current entirety. Location: Matoya's Cave. Date: October 1st. Warnings: ...Matoya?
"None whatsoever. Some things truly are the province of the whims of chance. No one can know everything." Not even herself. In this particular case, she did not care to set a precedent of telling anyone the minutia of their life. Why she'd never get a moment's peace! Her blind eyes turned to the direction of the swishing, muttering brooms and reflected that it would provide her more of them. Sometimes it seemed foolish to keep the nags around and yet they made themselves useful after a fashion.
Matoya cradled the cup in her hands, appreciating the relief its warmth gave to her aching joints. She had been feeling her age more and more lately. A portent that perhaps soon the end could come. Not likely when these heroes couldn't divine for themselves what to do with their lives much less how to resolve everything. Irksome. The foolishness of youth. Wasted on the young. "It's not the same, you realize. Not the same at all."
She was certain he was thinking of both Garland's defeat and ending the destructive spell centered around that accursed tree. One would not cancel out the other. Best to dissuade him of that notion before he brought it up.
"I see." It was the first question that had been left completely unanswered, though at least Matoya had given reason for the lack of an answer. It was more information than was truly needed in the first place, at least. Already, she had told him much of what he had come here wanting to know.
When she spoke once again, he paused, to once again focus his attention more completely on her. "You said that the Iifa tree was a tool in Garland's purpose. I understand that he intends to bring the souls of Terra to this world's crystal, but how does that further the cycle of chaos? When we faced him on Terra, he spoke of that, not of any other plot of his."
Matoya leveled him a look that said quite clearly she was less than impressed. Difficult to do when she was still entirely blind and yet so she did. "Are you as daft as you are unattractive?"
An annoyed snort escaped her and she set to the business of drinking her tea. For all appearances her interview seemed at an end, yet she had not thrown her guest out, as she was wont to do. After draining half the cup, she deigned to speak. "Will he be allowed to live or will someone seek to end his life? When he dies, he will be reborn Chaos and perpetuate the cycle. You have seen this once before. There is always a need to stop him, always a need to put him closer to the rebirth."
The insult seemed to be an end to the conversation, and he almost rose to his feet to leave, but her next words were not telling him to get out, but rather to continue the conversation. He settled in his seat once again, perhaps the slightest bit disconcerted with the insult. He was a warrior instead of a scholar or a mage for a reason.
"He will not be allowed to live, but I cannot allow him to continue the cycle." the warrior said. "How can he be stopped from being reborn as Chaos?" She could not have been talking about the Conflict on Cosmos's side, and there, Chaos and Garland had been separate, defeated individually. He had faced Garland before, and had faced Chaos before, but the memories still were not clear.
Matoya sighed heavily. More than anything she wished to see an end as well. There was one she had foreseen but it was not now. "You would have to remove the spirit of Chaos from the world. That time has not yet come."
"Then when? I will not simply stand by and wait for that time to come." he said heatedly. The Warrior had sworn to end the cycle for good, and not being able to accomplish that, for any reason, was not an attractive thought to him.
Matoya cradled the cup in her hands, appreciating the relief its warmth gave to her aching joints. She had been feeling her age more and more lately. A portent that perhaps soon the end could come. Not likely when these heroes couldn't divine for themselves what to do with their lives much less how to resolve everything. Irksome. The foolishness of youth. Wasted on the young. "It's not the same, you realize. Not the same at all."
She was certain he was thinking of both Garland's defeat and ending the destructive spell centered around that accursed tree. One would not cancel out the other. Best to dissuade him of that notion before he brought it up.
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When she spoke once again, he paused, to once again focus his attention more completely on her. "You said that the Iifa tree was a tool in Garland's purpose. I understand that he intends to bring the souls of Terra to this world's crystal, but how does that further the cycle of chaos? When we faced him on Terra, he spoke of that, not of any other plot of his."
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An annoyed snort escaped her and she set to the business of drinking her tea. For all appearances her interview seemed at an end, yet she had not thrown her guest out, as she was wont to do. After draining half the cup, she deigned to speak. "Will he be allowed to live or will someone seek to end his life? When he dies, he will be reborn Chaos and perpetuate the cycle. You have seen this once before. There is always a need to stop him, always a need to put him closer to the rebirth."
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"He will not be allowed to live, but I cannot allow him to continue the cycle." the warrior said. "How can he be stopped from being reborn as Chaos?" She could not have been talking about the Conflict on Cosmos's side, and there, Chaos and Garland had been separate, defeated individually. He had faced Garland before, and had faced Chaos before, but the memories still were not clear.
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Short, sweet and painfully to the point. "I told you, the cycle cannot be stopped. He will fall and be reborn. His mastery of time is absolute."
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