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Post by Violet Vayne on Dec 19, 2023 16:46:23 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet had to admit, her new plan of interviewing the others who had been stolen from their worlds so far was going well. On the surface, they were just human interest stories, which in of itself was fascinating, but Violet was still hoping that somewhere they would lead to that connection. The thing that united them all. And once she found that, she could break the biggest news story Zephron or any other world had ever seen.
But for now, she still had to do the basics. Which was fine. While it wasn't quite the planet shattering exclusive she longed for, they were interesting stories. And she was something of an expert of human interest fluff pieces. She could do this all day. If she never made the big connection she wanted, she was still telling interesting stories, and with any luck, helping humanise the people trapped on Zephron to the citizens at the same time.
She hadn't actually been planning to try and grab another interview, instead out for her afternoon shopping excursion and to see if any cute new outfits had come in (what? she liked looking her best!), when she caught the voice of a bard performing. She caught sight of the bard, with his striking purple hair, and it didn't take long to establish that he both was a talented performer, and definitely an off-worlder.
Which was why she waited until his song ended, before she approached. Naturally, Violet stood out from the crowd, in her short skirt and blazer and high heeled boots, with a silky scarf draped around her neck. Overdressed? Maybe, but she liked to look smart, and she thought it made her look like a fashionable, stylish, confident journalist. It would probably have been more effective if it wasn't a style clashing with the more medieval looks around her, but she didn't care. The air around her was heavily perfumed; she had always liked wearing a lot of scent, and even more now she was missing her luxurious spa bath back in her mansion in Midgar.
She approached the singer as he finished a song, and gave a little wave on a manicured hand. "Hi theeeere," she called out in her most professional, friendly tones. "Violet Vayne; Torensten Times. I don't suppose you have a few minutes to chat about your music, do you?" she asked. If she knew artists, and she DID, asking them to talk about their art was bound to win them over.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 20, 2023 14:26:11 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
He was singing once again, his instrument and voice emitting sweet melodies as many times before, releasing aether into the air. He smiled softly as the music resonated with his soul - and with the ones of his listeners. There were only two things he was good at, after all, and one was his ability to see aether, while the other one was his skill in anything music-related. As the song continued, the chords shifted, and eventually faded into the end. His voice fell silent, his strings stood still, and some of the people left, while others applauded him. Some even left a few coins beside him. He was satisfied, even just by knowing he had brightened someone's day.
Among the crowd, of the people who chose to stay for a little longer, one soul captured his attention. He had seen that kind of aether before, but not that specific hue. He widened his smile slightly when looking in her direction, trying to look beyond the aether and at her physical figure. She surely stood out even in that regard, although for him it was quite difficult to see "normally". He could not really turn on and off at will his Soulsight, although he was gradually becoming a little better at it.
As the girl approached and introduced herself, he followed her with his gaze. "Greetings." he replied "Hythlodaeus, travelling ministrel." He let his guitar rest leaning onto his seat, then gave her a warm smile. "Of course. I always appreciate the company, and make time for whoever may need it." He gestured for her to sit beside him. "What would you like to know, my friend?"
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Violet Vayne on Dec 20, 2023 14:42:10 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet gave a bright smile at his response, the same kind of bright sunny smile that had used to open teen news segments on Shinra TV. She knew how to look charming, after all, and she didn't even have to fake it. A fresh interview! This was perfect!
She glanced down at where he was sat, her smile only faltering for a second as she considered the dirt and how it wasn't exactly the type of luxurious seat she'd prefer. Still, the life of a journalist, huh? The things she did for a story. She settled down next to him, and pulled out her pen and paper. Her dictaphone still had a little charge in it, but she was saving it for an emergency. Who knew where you could get batteries in a place like Torensten?
"Well, we can start with how to spell Hythlodaeus, because, wow, that's a mouthful," she smiled, hoping her tone came across as playful as she intended and not insulting. And misspelling somebody's name in an article was something Violet refused to do. She was a professional, after all. "And then, why don't you tell me a little about yourself, to start off with?" she suggested, before offering him another smile. "I'll be honest with you; I'm writing articles about the people who've been thrown here from other worlds. Off-Worlders, I'm calling them. Well, us. I'm one of them. I'm hoping by writing about their lives, and experiences, I can show the world all the good they do, and help people understand and accept us," she said, still smiling politely as she delivered her pitch. "I think hearing about how an Off-Worlder is a singer entertaining the masses with brand new songs could be really interesting!" she added, hoping that this would win him over and get him talking.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 8:37:41 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
His eyes captured the slight shift in the girl's aether as she looked at the ground next to him. Was it a slight disgust? Perhaps disappointment? He was not entirely sure. Well, he would have offered a better seat, but his ability in aetheric manipulation was definitely lacking -or he would have created something for himself as well.
He chuckled at the girl's words. "Of course. H-Y-T-H-L-O-D-A-E-U-S." He spelled the name somehow slowly, then he chuckled again. "I promise there are worse-sounding names on my Star." He extended his legs and leaned slightly backwards keeping himself up with his hands. "Yours sounds like a difficult job. To convince people to talk about their life is not always as easy as it sounds - and to have them change their mind is even worse, I know full well. It is brave of you to try."
He smiled softly, his sight lost into the aether currents once again as he looked for what to say. "Let us see, about myself." He went back to sitting with his legs crossed and rested his head on his closed hand. "Well, I am very old, to start. And I am only starting to let my music be known now, after.. a very long time. I had always and only played for my dearest friends before. Not like I could do much else beside that, of course. Paperwork, and song, are the things I do best."
He looked at her for a moment. "Soulsight aside, of course. That is technically my best.. asset, let us say? Nothing short of granting me the seat of-" he hesitated for a moment. "But of course you would have no idea, would you? About Emet-selch, or any other members of the Convocation." He chuckled. "They were our... Government, more or less. The Convocation made decisions, and the others followed. Each of the members has a specific duty to uphold, and Emet-selch was the Keeper of the Underworld, the one who could see and keep in check the flow of aether and souls. This ability of mine.. it is one of the requirements for shouldering such a role. The ability to see aether, and souls, and so much more. A rare gift, among my people. One my best friend also had. He was.. one of the very few people who could truly understand how it felt. And he was better suited than me - I turned down the job in his favor."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Violet Vayne on Dec 21, 2023 9:20:32 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet nodded and quickly scribbled down the correct spelling of the name. For all of her flaws, Violet was fast at short hand, and could scribble almost indecipherable notes that made perfect sense to her. Yes, she was perhaps a bit too prissy for some of the situations she found herself in, and yes, sometimes her lack of world experience left her confused about what was happening, but when it came to journalistic note taking? She was a pro!
"Got it, thanks," she nodded. And then he went on, and she started scribbling, but quickly had to stop, because she was not following what he was talking about at all. Maybe this would have been a job for the dictaphone. So, he was old, he said. Violet guessed he could be a bit older than he looked. He was probably, like, thirty or something. SUPER old. And he had only just started sharing his music. Okay, that was great, and opened an angle to ask about it. It was just... the rest that began to lose her a little.
"Okay, uh," she paused, trying to think of a good way to frame 'what are you talking about?' that wouldn't sound rude or unprofessional. "I'm not sure I understand. Do you mind if I recap?" she asked, hoping that she could get the details right, or at least know if she didn't. That seemed like the right thing to do. She made notes as she spoke, just so she had it in her head, quick, shorthand scribbles, transcribed from manicured fingers holding a dainty golden pen. "You were offered a job to work for someone named Emet-Selch, who in your world worked for the Government, who were called the Convocation. And that job was... watching over souls that flowed into the Underworld? Because you could see them, which is something most people on your world can't do? Watching them into, like, the afterlife?" she asked, hoping both her confusion and horror was kept to a minimum.
She supposed it wasn't THAT different from some of the theories about the Lifestream. They said that you could actually see that in person, although if you did, you risked serious Mako poisoning. Maybe it was similar on Hythlodaeus's world? Just, a little different. That tied into everything she had heard so far.
"That's... interesting, in a wild kind of way," she laughed politely, hoping that she was keeping things light. "Why don't you tell me about your music a little more? When did you first discover your musical talent? What made you want to share it now? Why did you keep it to yourself for so long?" she asked, suspecting the musical angle would go down much better than all the other stuff he had mentioned in an interview.
"Hey, if you gave up your job to your friend, what did you do before you were a singer?" she also asked. Another good piece of information for an article.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 9:56:16 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
As he slowly saw confusion take over the girl's soul, he tried his best to explain, but evidently ended up leaving her just as confused as before, if not more. So he simply nodded when she asked if she could recap. "Almost perfect." he said in the end, with an understanding smile on his lips. "Emet-Selch is a title. Every member of the convocation has a title, and is always called by it, forsaking their true name. You could say it.. becomes their identity. Except for old friends and family, of course. The Convocation Members are more or less the only people who are allowed to be different from all the rest." he explained, chucking in a slightly nervous manner around the end of the sentence. He had never felt like that was completely fair, but he was used to it and thus never complained about it too much.
"As for their job, overseeing what we called the Underworld, or Sea of Stars, or Lifestream... that is part of the job, yes. To escort the souls to the Sea, to keep concepts in check, and many other things. But yes, I could and can see souls - and not only that. I can see the aether that permeates everything, from the air to the ground to animals, plants and people. I am not sure how to describe it. You may see me with my gaze lost in nothingness, but in truth, I would be staring at the currents of aether swirling in the air. They can be... captivating, and astonishingly beautiful. Streams of energy taking the most curious shapes and hues." he kept going, hoping not to confuse her even more.
"As for my music." He changed position once again, now sitting on his knees. "I was a child when I first laid hands on a musical instrument. And even before, I would sing all the time." He chuckled as one of many memories floated into his mind. "I would spend hours playing and singing without even noticing my hunger until my stomach would kindly remind me I needed to eat something." Then he sighed lightly. "I did not truly kept it a secret, but.. growing up, many started to address me because of my Sight. Only few people would ask me of my music, while to everyone else I was simply a prodigy in soulseeing. As I mentioned before, even the seat of Emet-Selch was given to me for that very reason. So I gradually stopped mentioning it, unless with the few friends who I knew would love to know." His smile turned somehow nostalgic. He missed those times dearly.
"I had no purpose in life, besides helping my friends. And that I have done, first by working in the Bureau of the Architect, doing the paperwork for Emet-Selch, and then.." He stopped for a moment, lowering his gaze as his hand closed into a fist. "Then I made a choice. As my people was on the verge of destruction, I chose to sacrifice my life along with half of our Star's population, to summon a god that would save us. The very first Primal... although I believe they are called differently here. Eikons, or Eidolons, if I remember correctly." He still tried to keep the usual smile on his face, although he knew he would not look happy. "Then a Goddess was summoned by half of the rest of us to stop him before he could do damage. And the very Star, along with anything and anyone in it, was shattered."
He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I.. did not mean to talk about this." He took another one, then closed his eyes. "The reason why I know so many stories is because I have seen them all from the Lifestream. Heroes, legends, wars. I loved to watch the story unfold." He smiled more sincerely now, after opening his eyes again. "And many, many years later.. an old friend has found me. Or, well, a shard of them. He has freed my soul from the god's chains, and allowed me to rest. Until I awakened here and found Emet-Selch again. And finding him... gave me a muse to sing for."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Violet Vayne on Dec 21, 2023 10:22:54 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Wow, okay, this was not how Violet had seen this interview going. She had expected a puff piece about a street musician, some nice fluffy words about why he liked music, and if she got really lucky, a vague connection to add to her board of reasons people had come to Zephron. Once she had enough connections to start making a board. And someone to put a board up for her, because DIY was NOT her thing.
Instead, she had apparently met a guardian of the Lifestream who was somehow involved in summoning a monster that blew up a star or something?
Well, she supposed she had wanted a story...
"Ohhh, Lifestream! We had the Lifestream on our world!" she said with excitement at something she recognised, but the rest remained mostly a mystery to her. She also made sure to quickly make a note next to Emet-Selch that it was a title, and not a name. Right, got it. That was useful to know.
When he said he could see souls, she let out a slight giggle. "Ohhhh. Can you see my soul? What's it like? Is it pink? I bet it's pink," she said, standing up and giving a little twirl as if this would somehow show off her 'soul'. She had no idea what a soul looked like, but she imagined a big blob of glowing colour floating around her. Hopefully in pink. Violet really liked pink.
His talk of music was perfect for the sort of human interest puff piece she was planning to write, but the rest started to really interest her too. "So, you had this amazing musical gift, but it got swept aside because you were also born with this power? Definitely sounds like I could write something about that, if you're interested. The idea that you had this talent you wanted to work on, but something else natural you had made them force a different destiny on you. It'd be like if my Daddy had actually forced me to be a Shinra Executive like he wanted instead of a journalist like I wanted, but, he never got away with it," she smiled. Although the comparison was probably a bit flimsy at best, and even Violet realised that.
But that was when everything derailed for Violet. Wait, did he say his people were on the brink of destruction? And he began to talk about other things. Sacrificing himself. Summoning something. Destroying half of ... a star? She blinked for a moment, her brain switching from 'puff piece' to 'actual news', and she sat back down, looking at him intently, this time not even taking the time to be disgusted by the potentially dirty seat.
"Wait. Your world was nearly destroyed?" she asked. "That happened on my world too! My world was threatened by this giant meteor. But just before it hit, all kinds of crazy stuff started happening. Some huge storm kicked up and it was like the Lifestream itself was leaking out, and then... suddenly I was here," she said. She glanced away for a moment, thoughtful.
"What if the destruction of our worlds is what ties us to Zephron?" she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and excitement at this new theory. "Tell me everything! What happened to your world? What was threatening it? When you say you 'wiped out half the star' to summon this, whatever-it-was, do you mean, like, the sun? Did you kill half of your sun? Then shatter the other half? I have no idea what a Primer or an Icon or a Edwardolion is," she said, having already misremembered all the words. "...so I'm not sure they're connected, but could all the destruction be? Wait, if you sacrificed yourself how come you're still alive?" she asked.
And then she noted what else he said.
"Wait. Emet-Selch is here? In Zephron?" she asked. The ruler of the after-life on his world was on Zephron. And his world had nearly been destroyed too. It made Violet begin to wonder if the crazy conspiracy theories about Zephron being some kind of after-life were true. Definitely not Heaven though. No Heaven of Violet's wouldn't have a day spa.
"Sorry, I'm the one getting carried away now, but this could all be connected to what brought us here," she explained, excitement shining in her eyes.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 11:20:35 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
Hythlodaeus chuckled as the girl stood and twirled. "Indeed I can, and.. well, yes, mostly pink. But there are also shades of red, purple and orange." he replied with a smile. "You must be ambitious. Curious, terribly so. And you probably like to be popular, and in the center of attention." He continued. Then he started talking about his music, and her response made him chuckle. "Something on those lines, I suppose."
Then it all degenerated into the Final Days. He nodded at her words. "It was. Life had almost gone extinct." At what she said next, though, he made a thoughtful expression. "Maybe. But as far as I know it survived. My world, I mean. It was deeply changed, but even if in pieces, it survived. Unless it died while I was unconscious in the lifestream. And yes, my dear friend Emet-Selch is here.. but I shall not tell you where. And I believe he does not use that title anymore, as it would have no meaning here." He then let the girl talk excitedly and make her questions, until he took a deep breath. "Alright, from the start."
"Ancients. This is what our people were called by those who came after us." he began "We were the first inhabitants of Aetherys, our Star - and by star I mean planet. It's.. a matter of habit, we all used to call it so." He smiled slightly, then continued. "We lived on that planet, and a selected few of us Ancients became the Convocation of Fourteen, which as I said was our government. Every member of the Convocation had a title, and each of the titles meant taking responsibility for a few things: they all had a role, an area of expertise, and a Bureau - a Ministry, we could say. I used to be chief of Emet-Selch's "ministry", the Bureau of the Architect. My job was to oversee the creation of concepts, which would be called.. fiends, here, I suppose? Animals, perhaps. And items too, to be fair. I had to review the applications, and confirm or deny their creation, or to send the most dangerous ones into... well, the containment facility."
He took another deep breath. "Long story short. One of us had created a concept without my authorization. Meteion was her name. She was sent to look for life beyond our Sta-uhm, world. And she came back with only despair and the resolve to end all life. Thus did she cause what we called the Final Days, in which out people were so scared that our creation magic turned against us. Instead of creating what would help the planet prosper, we created monsters bound to destroy us. So, due to the extreme circumstances, half of our population, me included, sacrificed their lives to become the fuel to Zodiark's power. He stopped the concept, and was then left there as it was."
He took another deep breath. It pained him, in a way. to speak of these matters. "Then another one of us decided to make her thoughts known: she firmly believed that Zodiark, if left unchecked, would bring destruction upon us just as much as Meteion, although in a different manner. So she summoned Hydaelyn together with half of the people that remained. The two deities fought for a very long time against each other, then Hydaelyn landed the final blow - one so powerful it did not only split Zodiark, but the entire world, together with its inhabitants, in fourteen shards. Fourteen separate realities overlapping one another, but never touching." he sighed. "In case you need it: M-E-T-E-I-O-N is the concept, Z-O-D-I-A-R-K the god, and H-Y-D-A-E-L-Y-N the goddess."
He went back to sitting with his legs crossed. "As for me, I could only watch the story unfold after I merged with Zodiark. And then I observed the fragmented beings that came out of my people's shattering. Ages passed, empires rose and fell, heroes were born, and eventually died. Until one of those shards found me. They killed Zodiark once and for all, unleashed the Final Days upon the world, and then saved it by confronting Meteion as the Endsinger. But after that... As I drifted into the lifestream, I awakened here. Lost, confused, and without a purpose. And just as weak as any other day of my life. But at least I found my reason in my beloved-" he hesitated. "m-my friend. Friend. Nothing more than a friend, I've made peace with that. My friend... I believe he goes by Solus, now."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
Post by Violet Vayne on Dec 21, 2023 11:50:27 GMT -6
"Got a story for me?"
Violet couldn't help but let out a little squeal of delight and give a little fist pump of 'yes!' when he confirmed that her soul was, indeed, pink. Mostly, pink, anyway. As she had always suspected it had to be deep down. And it was not something that would surprise anybody, given that even Violet's otherwise 'professional' notebook was pink, scented paper, because of course it was. Everything about her was, well, 'girly', for lack of a better word, and she was definitely proud of it.
His read on her was shockingly accurate though. Yes, she was curious, obviously. She was a journalist. She supposed that bit was obvious, even without seeing her 'soul'. But he spoke about her wanting to be popular and the centre of attention, and she sheepishly looked at her feet for a moment. "Guilty. As charged," she admitted. Okay, it wasn't a huge logical leap, given how she dressed and her general demeanour, but yes, Violet loved being the centre of attention. Almost too much. Her hardest challenge as a journalist was making sure not everything was about her.
But then he went on to talk more about what had happened, and suddenly she felt like she was back in her old mythology class. Ancients, someone who went out to look for other worlds, an all powerful being. If she didn't know better, she'd say it sounded familiar. She remembered learning about the Ancients, the Cetra, in school, but the all powerful being? That had been something else. When she had been little, there had been a lot of interest in Cetra Legends, especially in Shinra. She had written a book report on one of the recent ones published. One that talked about something else. Something they called the 'Calamity from the Sky'.
And then the Ancient race had died out.
Ancients. Extinction. An all powerful being from another world. It all felt so... connected. Like puzzle pieces that nearly fitted together, but not quite. She tried to piece it together, as the information slowly formed. And then she gave him a slightly shocked look.
"Wait. Your 'Star' was your planet? You mean, you decided to sacrifice half the population of the planet? Did they... not get a choice?" she asked, slightly horrified. That sounded horrific. She wondered if Shinra would have made that decision. If sacrificing half the population of Gaia would have stopped the meteor.
And then she thought back to her suspicions about everything she had seen, and decided it wasn't even a question. Of course they would.
"And... you created life? You were Ancients who created the monsters? You.... sound more like Gods," she remarked. This was NOT the interview with a street singer she had expected. Things were becoming massively confusing. And impossibly more vast. "So, one of you Ancients, went out to look for other worlds, and came back wanting just to destroy yours?" she asked. "A being that's basically a God.... And now, here we are, on another world..." Again, it felt like there had to be a connection. And yet, he called the summons gods. So they were Gods to the Gods, were they? That was even vaster.
And the world was split into... fourteen realities? "Fourteen realities? What.... What did that look like? Could you move between them? What were the differences?" she asked. What if THEY were part of those fourteen realities? What if they weren't on another planet? But in another reality? Ugh, it was times like this Violet wished she watched more science fiction. She was sure it'd make more sense if she had. Ugh. That's what she got for turning down that date with that nerdy guy her Daddy tried to set her up with.
"Wait. So .... all of you who sacrificed yourself to summon Zodiark..." She was thankful for the spelling or she'd never have pronounced that right. "When Zodiark died, you came back to life?" Then she paused, and shook her head. That wasn't even the most shocking part. "Wait. You're telling me there were these two Gods, one of which was so powerful he fractured your entire world into, like, fourteen dimensions or something, and somebody just went and KILLED them? Who the heck was powerful enough to do THAT!?" she asked. Because that sounded utterly insane. Who heard of someone fighting a GOD? That was just crazy. And if someone could do that, could they have caused the entire Zephron situation?
She paused, and then smiled a little as he tripped over his words. "Ohhh, forbidden love. We'll come back to THAT, because, writing about love is my jam, but right now, I've gotta get this whole world-ending-super-gods-killing-each-other-making-different-realities thing down," she said, scribbling furiously as she tried to make some kind of sense of it.
Post by Hythlodaeus on Dec 21, 2023 12:41:25 GMT -6
Hythlodaeus
Ancient | Age ? | 194x75 | M | Bard
After letting out another chuckle, Hythlodaeus went on talking about the fall of his people, and did not truly pay as much attention as he would have wanted to the girl. Her feelings. He denied with his head. "Do not fret. It was a choice. All of us had chosen whether or not to support the Convocation's ways." he replied. The mere thought had shifted the girl's hue into a darker, perhaps scared shade. It was a good thing. "Yes, we did. I was the one who would have the final word on their existence. Have them revised and corrected. Were you to see just how many different sharks they had submitted..." his expression turned into a resigned and half-desperate one. "If I see another shark in my life it will be too soon." He muttered.
As she asked about Meteion, he denied. "Not an Ancient, a concept. One of those 'monsters', as you call them. Hermes had created it to explore our universe.. but he asked her the wrong question. The meaning of life.. is quite hard to grasp. And thus did the concept fall to despair, and bear the idea that if everything was to end, no one would have to suffer anymore. She had learned to see death as a blessing." he corrected.
He then went on about the final blow, the one that ended the world as it was known. And thought for a moment before replying to her. "I.. am unsure how to reply. I was on the one called the Source, the remains of the original world. But I am sure the members of the Convocation at the very least could travel among them. I am not too sure as to how... but I believe it could be because we are supposedly ethereal. I would say that those who wanted to travel only needed to leave their bodies behind and go possess a new one in the next shard."
He thought about the fact he may have come back to life after Zodiark's death. "Not really, no. I was still only a soul. This body of mine is identical to my true one, but was created for me by a... new old friend. My previous one has died within Zodiark." He then waited for her to finish processing his words and ask her a series of possibly rhetorical questions that brought him to chuckle once again. "Well.. my new old friend. The same one that has defeated Emet-Selch, our most powerful mage, in battle. And to be completely fair, he has ended both our Primals. They were both weakened, as Zodiark was still fractured -and Hermes had taken his power for himself- and Hydaelyn was at the end of her life. She fought her Chosen, whom she had previously blessed, to see if she could entrust the world to him. And he did have help in each of these cases from, as someone called them, 'Champions from beyond the Rift'. But yes, a partially rejoined but still fractured version of my other best friend. It was the three of us back in the ancient times, really."
He regretted saying that word the very moment it came out of his mouth, but of course she had heard it. And there was no turning back. But at least he would have a little time to mentally prepare. "Hmm... do you have any questions? If you want me to tell you anything else, you need only ask."
"Let the light of your soul shine for all to see."
