After facing off against The World, Caim confronts his own past. His memories return to him, burning his heart like raging flames—still, Caim refuses to let himself escape to the innocent serenity he once had. He begins to walk, breaking through the blissful twilight of a fool and toward the torturous dawn of an Evoker.
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Caim: It's that big day again, eh...
The ship's practically in festival mode, what with everyone celebrating your birthday.
Though I don't really see birthdays as something to be celebrated...
Oh, I'm just mumbling to myself. I'm going back to my room now. Catch you later. The Hanged Man: So he says, but truth be told, Caim was talking about how it's your birthday the moment he woke up this morning.
I know he's got a remarkable memory...
But that can't be the only reason he remembered your birthday.
Least that's what I'd like to believe.
Whatever the case, happy birthday, (Captain).
Sigh... Every single year...
I can't stand how rowdy the ship gets on this day.
I'm going to hole up in my room, and don't try to stop me.
Right then... I'm out of here.
... Happy birthday.
As the crowd congratulating (Captain) thins for just a moment, Caim appears, gliding in as silently as a cat.
You look busy so I'll keep it short.
Happy birthday.
That's all. Just figured I should be polite.
Caim: What's this? New Year's money?
Strange... I don't believe I'm in a position to be getting this from you.
Well, in terms of age at least, I guess I'm technically still a child.
But you're technically a child too, (Captain).
So I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. The Hanged Man: If you're gonna put it that way, Caim, you should have no problems accepting money from me. Caim: You plan on giving me some? The Hanged Man: Nope, not in the least. Caim: Heh. Spare me the commentary, then.
Sigh... What a tiring new year this is turning out to be already.
Caim: Did I make any New Year's resolutions?
Yeah, I guess I have some ideas in mind, but it's not like I'm obligated to tell you what they are.
I think resolutions are personal. Meaning not meant to be shared. The Hanged Man: Plus, if you keep them secret, you won't have to face the humiliation of failure! Caim: Put a sock in it.
Let's say I did tell someone. That doesn't help me get any closer to achieving my goals at all.
When all is said and done, you're the only one who can reach the goal you set for yourself.
Well, I guess there were a few things I couldn't have done without the crew. I'll give you guys that much.
Caim: You made a point of coming all this way for some trifling well-wishes for the new year?
I certainly couldn't call that an effective use of your time. What sort of leader are you?
Though, I suppose that interacting with as many subordinates as possible is a key element of events like these.
Unless you think it's more beneficial to speak with me than the rest of that rabble?
In which case, I suppose that might raise you every so slightly in my esteem— The Hanged Man: Be honest. You're actually thrilled, aren't you? Caim: Shut up.
Sigh... Happy New Year. That's what you wanted to hear, right? Now get lost.
Valentine's chocolate?
Hm, I do like my sweets. The brain needs sugar to function after all.
So...
I'll gladly accept this.
Just don't expect anything from me for White Day.
Yeah, I know the drill.
This isn't my first Valentine's Day with you and the crew, after all.
Since there's no reason for me to say no, I'll take those chocolates and be on my way.
... Thanks.
Caim: Thought you'd be here by now. Valentine's, right?
I don't really need it, but I guess, as our leader, you can't treat me any different from the rest of the crew.
Good work, I suppose. You can just skip me next year, though. The Hanged Man: Oh, really? You treasured last year's chocolate so much you almost let it spoil before you could eat it. Caim: You keep quiet.
Anyway... I should say thanks, so... Thanks.
The Hanged Man: Hey, (Captain). This here's for you.
Did you forget today's White Day?
I wish I could say this is from Caim, but...
No worries. It kind of is, because I took the money from his pocket.
He noticed too, but chose to stay mum about it.
Yep, that's Caim for ya, all right.
Here, take this.
Why are you looking at me like that? Don't get any wrong ideas.
Did you forget that it's White Day?
A chocolate for a chocolate. That's how this works.
Personally I don't see the point in these customs, but...
Meh. I wouldn't want people thinking I'm ignorant or anything.
Here, (Captain).
You're surprised? Get over it. I can at least show common courtesy.
This is all pretty pointless, but as long as you keep it up... I'll just keep reacting in kind.
You don't need to apologize. Just... Thanks for the chocolate last month.
That's all.
Caim: Heya, (Captain).
Hm... Care for some candy?
What's with the surprised look? Of course I came prepared.
Given that today's Halloween, I predicted that you'd come over to me with your usual "trick or treat." The Hanged Man: Caim, trick— Caim: Yep, here you go. The Hanged Man: ...
Maybe you could at least let me say the full phrase first next time. Caim: Of course, I also predicted you swooping in for candy right after (Captain)'s turn.
The significance of Halloween varies from region to region in the Sky Realm.
Some even believe the souls of the departed return to this world for a day.
Talk about preposterous.
When you're dead, you're dead. You shouldn't be having any lingering thoughts or anything left to say.
I mean... isn't that just common sense?
Caim: So the dead come back, hidden among the costumed... Intriguing. The Hanged Man: Does that rumor scare you? Caim: Of course not. It's absurd. I'm not about to say something cutesy like "I'm scared of ghosts." The Hanged Man: True. I doubt it's the "ghosts" that actually frighten you. Caim: ... The Hanged Man: (Captain) was asking about you earlier. Said something about needing to get treats. You're not going? Caim: Mm, maybe I'll go. I've got some treats ready anyway. The Hanged Man: How nice, having someone come looking for you. Caim: Yeah...
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Caim: Santa Claus, huh...
Oh, I was just thinking about what a horribly inefficient custom this is.
Grown-ups should just hand over their presents to children directly instead of beating around the bush.
Going out of their way to make up this lie about Santa Claus doesn't make a shred of sense.
Foolish mortals and their tendency to overcomplicate things. The Hanged Man: Sigh... Where's your sense of romanticism?
Look, even (Captain) is taken aback. Caim: D-don't mind me, (Captain)...
I wasn't referring to you in particular.
Caim: I'm not a fan of cold seasons. It dulls the mind and blunts the senses.
Who has the energy to be "festive" when it's this frigid? The Hanged Man: Oh, you don't have to tell me twice where you stand.
But if this season is as bad as you say it is, isn't that more reason to go have fun? Caim: Like attending those holiday eve parties? The Hanged Man: Could be anything really. I'm just saying you shouldn't hide away for months just because it's chilly. What's wrong with getting a little fresh air? Caim: Listen to yourself.
You practically sound like a skydweller.
Fine, whatever. Guess it wouldn't hurt to go check out the lights and stuff in town since (Captain) invited me anyway... The Hanged Man: Good, good. Caim: And I'm not going out because you told me to. I just figured now would be a good time for a change of scenery.
Simple as that. The Hanged Man: Whatever you say.
