[Where Vanitas stands is a snowy cliff overlooking a fort of stone. Someone is close by, kneeling as they leave a small token, a flower, on the ground as they kneel. He will know who this woman is because it is Mira, looking almost as she does in Aefenglom except her hair is pulled back. The wind gently picks up, sending the flower sprawling off the ground and away from the hyur as she watches it fly away. Did it serve its purpose? Would whoever the flower is for recieve it?
Those are questions that only Mira can answer.
Taking her sword off her back, she sets it down, holding it up and looks beyond the horizon. She's silent as she shuts her eyes, contemplating something even if there is no sign of what she is thinking. That is...until a familiar voice to both boy and mother speaks, their back turned from Mira and holding their own sword up.]
Clever, clever, clever. Or are we just playing by ear? No matter.
[They wear the armor of Fray but the helm is off, revealing Mira's face. The real Mira opens her eyes for a moment and smiles, her own acknowledgement.]
I wanted this once. More than anything. A chance to speak and be heard...But neither of us needs it anymore. And if we were to look deep within ourselves, we would realize that we never did.
[A slight turn from Mira as Fray speaks more.]
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are. For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.
"Now comes your part, To cloak yourself in the fiction, To breathe life into the dead, To give a voice to the voiceless..."
[Mira in turn, holds up her smile and looks off into the sky. It's as if it were a silent acknowledgement, a wordless way to say 'I will not look back'.]
As we did together that day, when you gave us our answer.
Was it ever mine...?
[With those words and a look of acceptance on her face, Fray vanishes into dark aether, leaving Mira alone on the cliff. There's a feeling in the air, something as if it were at peace. The dark knight pulls out her sword and begins the trek back to Ishgard as the dream merges from the snowy countryside to a dark tavern where Mira finds two figures familiar to Vani from another memory: the auri knight Sid and the elezen girl Rielle, the first looking at the woman approaching.]
Well? Did you find what you were looking for?
[Mira pauses for a moment and it's the first that she speaks within the dream. And yet, her words seem...fitting.]
Closure, perhaps.
[And with those words, the memory as well as the dream, ends.]
[ While it isn't the first time someone he's bonded with has shared a dream, it is the first time that Vanitas has been the one to experience it. It has him sitting up, a little alarmed.
"Closure," huh? Feels a bit more like acceptance to Vanitas. Maybe, given how rough the lst couple of days and moments have been for Mira, this dream could be what she needs? Vanitas doesn't quite know himself.
He rubs at his face. Perhaps he will speak to Mira on this. Not in the middle of the night, but maybe in the morning to at least let her know? ]
Dream: Our Closure (Spoilers for Level 80 DRK Questline)
Those are questions that only Mira can answer.
Taking her sword off her back, she sets it down, holding it up and looks beyond the horizon. She's silent as she shuts her eyes, contemplating something even if there is no sign of what she is thinking. That is...until a familiar voice to both boy and mother speaks, their back turned from Mira and holding their own sword up.]
Clever, clever, clever. Or are we just playing by ear? No matter.
[They wear the armor of Fray but the helm is off, revealing Mira's face. The real Mira opens her eyes for a moment and smiles, her own acknowledgement.]
I wanted this once. More than anything. A chance to speak and be heard...But neither of us needs it anymore. And if we were to look deep within ourselves, we would realize that we never did.
[A slight turn from Mira as Fray speaks more.]
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are. For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.
"Now comes your part,
To cloak yourself in the fiction,
To breathe life into the dead,
To give a voice to the voiceless..."
[Mira in turn, holds up her smile and looks off into the sky. It's as if it were a silent acknowledgement, a wordless way to say 'I will not look back'.]
As we did together that day, when you gave us our answer.
Was it ever mine...?
[With those words and a look of acceptance on her face, Fray vanishes into dark aether, leaving Mira alone on the cliff. There's a feeling in the air, something as if it were at peace. The dark knight pulls out her sword and begins the trek back to Ishgard as the dream merges from the snowy countryside to a dark tavern where Mira finds two figures familiar to Vani from another memory: the auri knight Sid and the elezen girl Rielle, the first looking at the woman approaching.]
Well? Did you find what you were looking for?
[Mira pauses for a moment and it's the first that she speaks within the dream. And yet, her words seem...fitting.]
Closure, perhaps.
[And with those words, the memory as well as the dream, ends.]
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"Closure," huh? Feels a bit more like acceptance to Vanitas. Maybe, given how rough the lst couple of days and moments have been for Mira, this dream could be what she needs? Vanitas doesn't quite know himself.
He rubs at his face. Perhaps he will speak to Mira on this. Not in the middle of the night, but maybe in the morning to at least let her know? ]