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Song of Celebration
After being reunited with the artist and his son, Caro agrees to spend one final evening with them and the crew before resuming his slumber as penance for his past mistakes. However, the next morning, the islanders convince him to forgive himself and set out on a journey, sending him off with a rendition of his song.
One day, (Captain) and the crew pay a visit to Perfetto Island in order to have Selfira's instrument repaired.
Caro—otherwise known as Arte, the primal beast of the island—had lost control of his power two years prior, causing him to fall into a deep sleep that will last for hundreds of years.
But when Cantate, a resident of the island, laments that no one understands her values and calls out Caro's name...
Lyria: I heard his voice just now! Ngh...
Intent on helping her, Caro awakens by transferring his heart to the copy of himself residing within Lyria.
After joining forces with (Captain) and the crew to save Cantate, he attempts to return to his slumber in secret.
Caro had intended to avoid interaction with the islanders as penance for his failure to protect them in the past.
Artist's Son: Caro!
Artist: You really are awake! I'm so glad to see you, Caro!
Caro: ...!
Caro: Me too... I'm so glad!
However, finding himself interrupted by the arrival of the artist and his son, Caro abandons his attempt and embraces them tightly.
How long had they clung to each other?
Only when the shades of night begin to fall over the forest around them do the three finally loosen their grasp.
Artist: Why didn't you come see us in town? Everyone's been counting down the days until you awaken.
Caro: Sorry...
Artist's Son: You didn't answer the question. Come on, tell us what happened.
Caro: I'd rather not burden you with the details. I'm just glad I got to see your faces again in the end.
Artist's Son: Wait, what do you mean? Don't tell me you're planning to fall back asleep!
Caro: ...
Please keep my awakening a secret between us. No one will be able to find me soon anyway.
Please keep my awakening a secret between us. No one will be able to find me soon anyway.
Artist's Son: No! Let's go back to town together, Caro!
Lyria: Oh, it's you two!
Artist: I thought we might be seeing you all. Maybe you can explain this to us! Why is Caro trying to go to sleep again?
Cantate: Wait, he is? B-b-but why? This is news to me!
Caro: ...
Elta: Caro... What's all this about?
Caro: ...
What am I even doing?
What am I even doing?
Caro: (Captain), sorry to be a bother, but would you mind explaining why I woke up in the first place?
Caro: Don't worry, I'm not going to sneak off and disappear or anything. I just need some time to collect myself.
Caro settles himself down on a nearby log and takes a few deep breaths.
Realizing that they can no longer hide Lyria's power, (Captain) and company explain everything to the artist and his son.
Artist: I understand that he can only function around Lyria now, but what's all this talk about him going back to sleep?
Artist's Son: Can't he just tag along when you all leave the island?
Caro: No, that's not possible.
Elta: Why do you say that? I assume it's not because you're against the idea of traveling.
Caro: Honestly, I always wanted to get off the island someday. I don't know anything about the outside world.
Artist's Son: Then this is your chance to go. Why are you saying you can't?
Caro: I thought the reason might make you and your dad uncomfortable, so I was planning to keep it to myself... but I guess that ship has sailed.
Caro: Remember how everyone lost their love for the arts when I went berserk two years ago?
Elta: So that's why you're taking down the paintings...
Ceramic Artist: That's part of it. But ever since all that commotion yesterday, we haven't really been too keen on art as it is...
Vyrn: Come to think of it, everybody was actin' pretty weird that day.
Caro: That's because I stole their love of art from them.
Selfira: What? How did that happen?
Caro: By forming a pact with the island, my heart became connected to the people living here.
Caro: That's why I was continually perceiving their grief following the disaster in the form of pain.
Caro: And when I lost my faith in the arts, my negative feelings affected the islanders as well.
Caro: If it hadn't been for me, none of that would have happened. It was all my fault. I failed as a guardian...
Artist: But you were suffering too! And besides, we're the ones who caused you to lose control in the first place. If anyone should be paying the cost, it's us!
Caro: There's no reason for you to atone for my actions. I've already asked too much of you all.
Artist: In the end, I wasn't able to do a single thing to help you.
Caro: You hung the painting I repaired at the entrance of your new house, didn't you?
Artist: ...!
Caro: You started painting again with me in mind, and you brought joy to the festival. Arte knows all, you know.
Caro: You've done more than enough for me already. I'm the one who has nothing to offer.
Caro: It wouldn't be fair for me to just up and leave on a journey. I'd feel guilty every day. Forever.
Artist: Forever... And I assume you mean that literally.
Caro: Yeah. I am a primal beast, after all.
Gritting his teeth in frustration, the artist falls silent as though realizing his attempts to persuade Caro are futile.
Artist's Son: But why would you feel guilty? That doesn't make sense! No one wants you to punish yourself!
Caro: Hehe. You're just as kind as ever, I see.
Artist's Son: I'm just telling the truth! If our hearts really are connected, you should already know that!
Caro: ...
Cantate: ...!
Cantate: Y-y-you could have just, gone back to sleep, right after the concert ended!
Caro: Well...
Cantate: And yet, here you are going on about, punishment and whatnot... You h-h-hypocrite!
Caro: Ahaha... She doesn't mince words.
Elta: I don't blame her for reacting that way. After all, you do seem to be in a lot of pain.
Caro: There's no need to worry about me, Elta. Anyway, I've said my piece. I hope you'll all understand that this is just how it has to be.
Artist: In that case, couldn't we all spend one final evening together? Parting like this would be too much to bear.
Caro: ...
Artist's Son: Please! I don't want to be depressed for the rest of my life because I didn't get to say a proper goodbye!
Caro: Okay, but just for tonight. Let's have a nice long chat until we can't keep our eyes open any longer.
They all head to Caro's studio, where they spend the remainder of the evening talking about everything and nothing in particular.
Though the others drift off to sleep one by one, Elta and the artist remain awake, wanting to speak with Caro until the last possible moment.
Caro: Say, Andreas. There's something I've been wanting to tell you.
Caro: Thank you for leading the islanders in that song before I fell asleep. It was the greatest gift I could have imagined.
Artist: I see. Did you write it yourself?
Caro: I only came up with the words. Composing music was still beyond me in those days.
Elta: It really is a wonderful song. Hearing it makes me visualize a bright future to come.
Caro: It's actually meant to celebrate the start of a journey. Those were the first lyrics I'd ever written, you know. Boy, that brings back memories...
Caro: I was basically fumbling through the dark in every aspect of my life back then. It took decades to finish them...
Elta: I'd love to hear about your experience.
Caro: And I'd love to tell you. But alas...
Caro turns toward the entrance of the cave, where cruel yet gentle rays of sunlight have begun shining in.
Caro: It's already morning. We're out of time.
Elta: ...
Caro: Well, I should be on my way. Take care, everyone.
Elta: Are you going to sleep now?
Caro: After I make sure you'll be able to get out of the forest safely. There's a swarm of monsters on your route, so I want to handle them first.
Artist: Is this really goodbye?
Caro: I'm afraid so. Look after yourselves, now. I'm sure I'll see you all again in my dreams.
With one sad final wave, Caro departs alone. The artist watches him go, fists clenched tightly.
Artist: Since the moment I was born, I've lived my life with a deep respect for Arte. And yet this is how it ends?
Artist: What can I say to make Caro forgive himself? Is an ordinary mortal like me just powerless to stop him?
Artist: Then turn me into a primal beast right now! Astrals, Otherworlders—I don't care who hears me! Please, I beg you!
Elta: Andreas... I'm right there with you. I've never felt so helpless...
Artist: Come on, isn't there anything we can do? You saw how heartbroken he looked!
Artist: All we want is for Caro to be happy. Everyone on the island feels the same way! How can we convey it to him?
Elta: A way to convey... how you all feel...
Elta: That's it, Andreas!
Artist: Did you think of something?
Elta: I can't say for sure that it will work... but your hearts are connected to Caro's. You can at least get your feelings across!
Artist: I see. Then we'd better gather the rest of the islanders. Let's wake everyone up and ask them to help!
Song of Celebration: Scene 2
After being reunited with the artist and his son, Caro agrees to spend one final evening with them and the crew before resuming his slumber as penance for his past mistakes. However, the next morning, the islanders convince him to forgive himself and set out on a journey, sending him off with a rendition of his song.
Caro: (I think that was the last one. The port should be clear now. Time to head back.)
Caro: Huh? What's all that noise?
Islanders: ...!
Sensing the islanders calling out to him in unison from the port, Caro begins to panic.
Caro: Why are the islanders here? Did they find out I was awake?
Suddenly, the feelings of the islanders began to surge within him. He takes a step backward, as though overwhelmed by the force.
"Don't blame yourself."
Caro: ...!
"Forgive yourself."
Caro: I had no idea... they felt so strongly...
"If our hearts are truly connected, please let these feelings reach you."
Caro: I don't believe it. They're... happy to know our hearts are connected? Not disturbed?
Cantate: Of course we're not disturbed!
Caro: Cantate!
Hearing a voice behind him, Caro turns to see Cantate marching toward him.
Cantate: Wh-wh-why did you pick, the name Caro? Because... you wanted to be everyone's friend, right?
Cantate: I want to be, your "Caro" too! S-s-so of course I'm glad we're connected!
Caro: I think it would be "Cara" in your case.
Cantate: Th-th-this, isn't the time for a language lesson! Come on! Everyone's waiting, for you!
Caro: ...
Okay.
Okay.
Artist's Son: Oh, here he comes!
Accompanied by Cantate, Caro finally reveals himself at the port where the islanders are assembled.
Caro: I'm sorry for trying to hide everything from you. I understand your feelings now.
Caro: But I can't just leave on a joyride through the skies when I haven't been able to do anything for you all...
Musician: That's exactly why you should go! You've always wanted to travel, haven't you?
Ceramic Artist: If there's something you want to do, you should get out there and make your dream come true. That's what's best for everyone.
Instrument Crafter: We'll be tormented forever if we let you sleep looking so gloomy. So give us that friendly smile of yours that we all know and love.
Artist's Son: I want to hear stories of your journey after you become a real traveler! If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me!
Caro: But still...
Cantate: No buts! O-o-otherwise I'll have to, smack some sense into you!
Vyrn: What she said! Hurry and make up your mind, Caro!
Cantate: Y-y-you heard them, didn't you? The best thing you can do right now, is go on a journey!
Caro: You all want me to go out and see the world? And that's what's... best for everyone?
Artist: That's right. There's no reason to think twice about it.
Lyria: Don't worry about the island losing its protection. If it's only a copy of you leaving the island, nothing will change.
Artist: So stop hesitating and go!
Caro: ...
Caro: I'm just so... How can I ever...
Artist: Sounds like you've finally come to a decision.
As though hoping to give Caro a little push, the artist holds something out to him.
Caro: This is... my instrument...
Artist: I retrieved it from the shrine. Gasparo's already finished making the final adjustments. Take it with you.
Caro takes the instrument in hand and gives it a light strum. Sensing just how much time and effort the islanders poured into repairing it, he hugs it tightly.
Caro: Okay... I will!
Caro: I'm leaving on a journey! I'll tell you all about it when I come back someday!
Instrument Crafter: Haha! Well said, Caro!
Ceramic Artist: Enjoy yourself out there! Have so many great adventures that you'll be the envy of the skies!
Caro: Right! I'll do just that!
Elta: Let's go, Caro!
Selfira: Come on, it's time to board!
Caro: Elta... Selfira...
His friends take his hands and pull him onto the ship, their hearts beating out a rhythm in perfect unison.
Caro: ...!
I'm off the island!
I'm off the island!
Musician: That's our cue, everyone! One, two, three!
Caro: Wait... They're singing my song!
Elta: When we told them it was a celebration of someone embarking on a journey, they were determined to send you off with it.
Selfira: We were worried your senses might tip you off beforehand, but it looks like the surprise was a big success!
Caro: Sniffle... Sob...
Vyrn: Haha. He's so happy he's cryin'.
Caro: Can you blame me? How could anyone not cry at something like this!
Lyria: Everyone's on board! We're ready for takeoff!
Choose: Time to set sail with our new crewmate!
At (Captain)'s call, the Grandcypher rises into the air and takes off into the vast blue sky.
Caro: Thank you, everyone! See you again someday!
The islanders' song echoes throughout the skies, celebrating the departure of their precious friend.
They continue to play until the sound no longer reaches Caro's ears and he soars out of sight.
A "Caro" to All
Caro tells Elta the story of how he got his name, beginning a thousand years ago when he was still known as Arte, a primal beast created to observe and communicate with the islanders. One day, he encounters a traveler who tells him to try writing lyrics to a song he had learned from them.
Some time has passed since Caro embarked on his journey.
Surrounded by clear skies, he enjoys a duet with Elta on the deck of the Grandcypher.
Caro: You really have a talent for playing along with others.
Elta: That's because low tones are often used in accompaniment. I have to say, I didn't expect you to play with such abandon.
Caro: Back on the island, I was always the one doing the harmonizing. But I suddenly had the urge to be a little adventurous.
Caro: I knew I could count on you to keep up, so I thought I'd string you along a little.
Elta: Hehe, you're really taking advantage of your newfound freedom, aren't you? I approve.
Elta: But aren't you lonely? The islanders' hearts don't reach you now that you're away from the island, right?
Caro: I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss them, but I have you all by my side. I couldn't ask for anything more.
Seeing Caro's contented smile, a look of relief spreads across Elta's face.
Caro: You know, it's kind of strange. Somehow I feel like I'm really becoming "Caro" now.
Elta: Speaking of which, how did you come to be called that?
Caro: Ah, I can see why you'd be curious. Since you're the one asking, I don't mind telling you. It's a bit of a long story though...
Elta: Don't let that stop you. I'm in no hurry.
Nodding happily, Caro sets his instrument aside and clears his throat.
Caro: If the legends passed down on the island are correct, I was born there nearly a thousand years ago...
Astral: The activation process seems to have completed successfully. Can you hear me, Arte?
Caro: Back then, the Astrals still ruled the skies.
Caro: One Astral with a deep interest in the hearts of skyfarers created a certain primal beast in a research lab under her jurisdiction. That was me.
Caro: I was no more than a disposable tool made using a defective core that would have been tossed out otherwise.
Caro: Before I had even been able to grasp my own existence, I was ordered to plant the necessary prerequisites for my creator's research into the hearts of the islanders.
Caro: And that was—the love of art. Though bewildered by their sudden change of mind at first, over several decades they came to develop a culture centered around the arts.
Domenico: I wrote a new song. Would you be willing to listen to it?
Renata: Yes, of course! I actually just finished a new sculpture as well. I'd love to show it to you!
Caro: Having formed a pact with the island, the residents' feelings were constantly flowing into me.
Caro: When I used my power to form critters and monsters from the emotions I observed, my creator was overjoyed. Being a tool, I carried out my orders without hesitation.
Caro: Considering I was created for the purpose of investigation, it should have been enough for me to act as an observer. But I was equipped with another function.
???: Wow, what a lovely song! Did you write it yourself?
Domenico: Huh? Who are you?
Arte: My name is Arte. Is this the instrument you were playing? How do you get it to make sound?
Caro: The other power I was given allowed me to communicate with the islanders.
Caro: My method of interacting with them was completely predetermined. If they were engaged in some form of art, I would praise them. Ask them their methods. Imitate them.
Caro: I was to smile at everyone, speak innocently like a child, and act like a mortal at all times.
Domenico: Hold on—you need to answer my question first. I've never seen you around before. Where did you come from?
Caro: My answer to this question was also preset.
Arte: Well, you see... I was abducted to be a lab rat for the Astrals.
Arte: I knew I had to escape, so I boarded a nearby airship and ended up on this island.
Arte: So you're right—I'm not from here. If it's an issue, I can relocate. I just don't think I can hide from them on a ship anymore...
Renata: That's quite an ordeal to have been through. I'm glad you made it out safely.
Renata: No one will judge you by your past. You can feel free to live out your life on this island as one of us.
Arte: Thank you so much! I must be blessed to encounter a soul as kind as you!
Caro: My own will didn't matter. Whenever I was with the skydwellers, my body moved on its own according to how it was programmed. Even my thoughts themselves changed.
Caro: What was the purpose of such a function? Every time something unexpected slipped out of my mouth, it chilled me to the bone.
Arte: So I hold down the second fret... and position my right hand like this...
Cloaked Man: Greetings. Practicing while walking, are we? That's some dedication.
Arte: ...
Cloaked Man: I've been observing you. You'll use any means at your disposal to get in good with artists and hungrily devour their techniques.
Cloaked Man: You're not even afraid of cranky customers that ordinary people would try to avoid. Honestly, your actions border on the point of insensitive.
Arte: I can't help how I was programmed. If you've come here to ridicule me, then please leave.
Cloaked Man: I'm complimenting you, actually. You support everyone's art, express your respect, ask them for instruction, and imitate them.
Cloaked Man: You managed to fit right in with the community as a stranger, and now you're the most popular person on the island. Isn't that right, mister wannabe artist?
Arte: ...
Cloaked Man: It must torture you that you can't improve, no matter what you do.
Cloaked Man: The islanders can learn a skill reasonably well in the span of a year, but not you. Your talent is laughable.
Arte: The reason for that is simple—I don't have the ability to create things. All I've been given is curiosity and an inquiring mind.
Arte: It's a complete contradiction. There's no logic behind it. Why would you force a primal beast to work so hard when we're incapable of either growing or declining?
Cloaked Man: The Astral who incorporated that setting must have had some absurd hypothesis that the stars have the potential to change.
Arte: And that's why I was turned into a guinea pig? What a hassle. It would have been so much easier just being an observer.
Caro: As though hoping to rid myself of my frustration, I unconsciously began to strum the instrument in my hands.
Cloaked Man: Oho. You're not half bad.
Arte: That's only because I've been practicing this one melody for ten years.
Cloaked Man: Wow, ten years? Are there any words to it?
Arte: No. Domenico's not good at writing lyrics.
Cloaked Man: Then why don't you try writing some?
Arte: Me? There's no way I could do that.
Cloaked Man: You're a test subject, aren't you? So do it. You have no right to refuse.
Cloaked Man: You literally have all the time in the world. If you learned to play a song in ten years, maybe you'll be able to create something in the span of a hundred.
Arte: That's true. I'll think about it.
Arte: By the way, who exactly are you? I don't think we've met.
Traveler: I have no name to give you. Let's just say I'm a traveler wandering aimlessly through the skies.
Arte: A traveler? I'm jealous. You seem as free as a bird.
Traveler: Not really. I just feel uncomfortable wherever I go, so I can't bear to stay in one place for very long.
Arte: Huh. Well, I hope you find it someday. A place to call home, I mean.
Caro: I had absolutely no hope that I'd succeed. I was sure that creating something would be utterly impossible for me.
Caro: But as I made my way back to the research lab, my hands continued to play the same melody, as though protesting my reluctance.
A "Caro" to All: Scene 2
Arte comes to truly care about the islanders, who at one point call him "Caro," a nickname meaning "beloved neighbor." Eventually, Arte is forced to leave town after they catch on to his true identity, and he is ordered by his creator to take away their love of art.
Domenico: Oh? You'll write lyrics for my song?
Arte: Yeah. I have no idea how long it will take, but I'd like to try if it's all right with you.
Domenico: Of course! I can't wait to hear them!
Caro: After thinking it through, I decided to try my hand at writing lyrics.
Caro: Whether or not my feelings were predetermined, if it was possible for me to create something of my own, I wanted to give it my best shot.
Caro: But I knew it wouldn't be that simple, so I started paying closer attention during the time I spent with the skyfarers, looking for some sort of hint.
Lorenzo: Look, Caro! I made a new drawing!
Arte: Wow, what beautiful flowers! It almost feels like I can smell them!
Arte: But what did you mean by "Caro"? You were talking about me, right?
Renatta: It functions something like a nickname. We use it a lot on this island.
Renatta: The word can mean a number of things, such as "family," "friend," or even "lover."
Renatta: But when used as an address, it's more along the lines of "beloved neighbor," I suppose.
Arte: "Beloved neighbor," huh? That has a really nice ring to it. Don't you think... Caro?
Renatta: In my case, it would be "Cara." "Caro" is used for men.
Domenico: You're more than welcome to call me Caro too!
Lorenzo: Ooh, me too!
Arte: Hehe, okay! I can't wait to try using it.
Caro: The fertile minds of skyfarers are capable of creating so many things.
Caro: Art such as paintings, music, and sculptures, not to mention cultural elements like languages and customs... Each and every one is precious and beautiful.
Caro: In the beginning I was simply acting according to my presets, but as I learned more about skyfarers, I found myself wanting to get closer to them.
Caro: Though my brushstrokes and tones had started out as mere imitations of others, they slowly but surely began to gain a color of their own.
Arte: Huh? Did you pass me up in height, Lorenzo?
Lorenzo: Yup, I'm going through a growth spurt! And I'm just gonna keep getting taller! Hehe.
Renata: I've got bad news! It's about Domenico...
Caro: That day, Domenico died. Evidently he climbed into bed to take a nap and passed away peacefully in his sleep.
Caro: As the town was still struggling to come to terms with the news, a funeral was held, and I went to the venue having no idea what was going on.
Caro: The others broke down as they approached Domenico's coffin to say their goodbyes. I was the only one who didn't shed a tear.
Renata: Arte, you can cry too, you know. It's not healthy to keep it all in.
Arte: Hey, what is "death"?
Renata: Huh?
Arte: Sorry. That must have been a weird question.
Caro: Apparently my creator had forgotten to equip me with a response to someone's death.
Caro: While searching for the right reaction, I lifted the instrument Domenico had left me and began to play his melody.
Renata: That brings back memories...
Lorenzo: I can't believe we'll never get to hear another of Domenico's new songs ever again. I've loved his music ever since I was little...
Arte: We can't hear his new songs anymore? Oh! Because he, er... "died"?
Arte: ...
Arte: Then...
Arte: Even if I am able to write the lyrics... I can never... share them with him?
Arte: ...
Arte: ...!
Arte: Sniffle... Ngh... Waaah!
Caro: Skyfarers change at a dizzying rate. Something there one moment can be gone in the next, like snow melting in the sun.
Caro: Blindsided by the suddenness of Domenico's passing, I cried aloud for the first time. But with every ending comes a new beginning...
Lorenzo: The baby's here at last! Can you believe it? I'm actually a father!
Renata: Congratulations, Lorenzo. I hear it's a healthy little girl.
Arte: You're a dad now? But it seems like no time since you were just a boy.
Lorenzo: That was decades ago!
Ahh, I can't wait any longer! I want to see my baby girl!
Ahh, I can't wait any longer! I want to see my baby girl!
Caro: They're born, they grow, they get old, and they die.
Caro: In the short span of a few decades, they create life and works of art as proof that they existed, connecting them to the future.
Caro: What a magnificent way to live. I came to love skyfarers so much that I no longer cared whether or not my feelings were my own.
Traveler: Oho, a painting of fruit? It's surprisingly well done.
Arte: I've gotten a little better at painting what I can see, at least. My speed has improved too.
Traveler: That's good to hear. Speaking of, whatever happened with those lyrics?
Arte: Well... I decided to make the song about traveling, and I've been writing the lyrics bit by bit, but they're not finished yet.
Traveler: Traveling? Why did you choose that subject?
Arte: Don't you think skyfarers are a lot like travelers? They're born one day out of nowhere, and they eventually die and go far away.
Arte: Plus, they go out in search of all sorts of experiences and treasures, not knowing where they'll end up. Just like you and your journey.
Traveler: I see. Well, I think it's a fine theme. Keep up the good work.
Arte: Will do! Well, I'd better be going. Today is Renata's birthday!
Traveler: ...
Just like me, huh?
Just like me, huh?
Renata: Thank you, Caro. You've gotten very good at this.
Arte: Hehe. I wanted you to like it, so I worked really hard. Happy birthday, Cara.
Lorenzo: ...
Arte: What's wrong? Your face is a little scary.
Lorenzo: Hey, Arte... How old are you now?
Arte: Um... Seventy-one, I think? Since I'm two years younger than Renata.
Lorenzo: How can you still look like that at seventy-one! I've always wondered—are you actually an Astral?
Arte: Huh? Me, an Astral?
Renata: Lorenzo! You mustn't—
Lorenzo: If you are an Astral, then that's a problem I can't ignore! My daughter just got married—I have to think about her future!
Arte: ...
Lorenzo: I heard everything from Renata. About how you came to the island fifty years ago and haven't aged a day since.
Lorenzo: If you're not an Astral, then what are you? Answer me, Arte!
Arte: ...
I'm not an Astral. But from your point of view... my existence is more or less the same.
I'm not an Astral. But from your point of view... my existence is more or less the same.
Renata: Arte! Don't say anything more! Please!
Arte: Okay, Renata... I won't.
Arte: And I'll stop coming here... for all our sakes.
Arte: Thank you for being so good to me. My time spent with you all made me happier than you could ever know. I hope you'll believe that much, at least.
Caro: When you think about it, such an outcome was to be expected. Considering how short their lives felt to me, I can only imagine how long mine must have seemed in their eyes.
Caro: There was never any chance that I could be a "Caro" to everyone. It had all been one big misunderstanding on my part.
Arte: That concludes my report for today. I don't think I'll be able to go back to town anymore...
Astral: Then let's move on to the next phase of our research. I was just thinking it was about time anyway.
Astral: Take away every bit of the love for the arts that you gave to the skydwellers, Arte.
Arte: Huh? But why!
Caro: I had truly deluded myself. How could I have forgotten that I was nothing but a tool?
Caro: That day, helpless before the power of the Astrals, I was forced to rob the islanders of their precious feelings.
A "Caro" to All: Scene 3
Overwhelmed by the islanders' sorrow, Arte goes berserk until the traveler prompts them to pray for him to be saved. Before going to sleep in order to heal his damaged core, the traveler sings the song for which Arte completed the lyrics and titles it "Caro's Song." Back in the present, a content Caro begins to play his instrument and sing.
Renata: That's the last stone sculpture my best friend carved before passing away! Why would you remove it?
Lorenzo: Because it's in the way. This plaza should be put to better use, like as a training ground to prepare us to fight the Astrals.
Renata: Fight them? That's absurd! What in the skies is wrong with everyone?
Renata: They're all treating art as though it's evil. It's like everyone on this island lost their minds after Arte was driven away...
???: Unghhh...
Lorenzo: What's that sound? The wind howling?
Renata: Eek! Something fell into the town square!
Arte: Grrr...
Lorenzo: Wait, is that a person? But he's huge!
Renata: Is that... Domenico's instrument he's holding? No, it can't be!
Renata: Don't tell me that's... Arte!
Arte: Graaah!
Caro: My memories of the event end a short time earlier.
Astral: To think the skydwellers would start infighting just because you took away their love of art that you gave them in the first place! Hehehe. This is some valuable data!
Arte: Sniffle... Sob...
Astral: Show me more, Arte! I want to uncover all the mysteries of their hearts!
Caro: Having been placed in a cage as punishment for resisting, I manifested the emotions of the islanders that I had collected as ordered.
Caro: Though their feelings had for so long only ever become cute little animals, they now suddenly took the form of hideous monsters.
Caro: I wept, surrounded by beasts of my own creation. Filled with misery and resentment, I cursed not only my power, but my very existence.
Caro: My heart was overflowing with the islanders' sorrow. The world around me began to blur. Eventually, I could no longer hear even the laughter of my creator.
Arte: Gruuuh...
Astral: Wait, are you going out of control? No one mentioned any glitches like this.
Astral: There really is nothing worse than a defective core. Well, if you're going to rampage until you break, at least do it over there.
Caro: After being sent flying by a burst of Astral power, it seems I landed in the town square.
Caro: There, I began to wreak havoc far and wide. If the legends are to be believed, I brought forth enough disaster to destroy half the island.
Caro: With one wave of my enormous paintbrush, houses painted red were engulfed in flames, and mountains colored blue were frozen in ice.
Caro: The sound of my instrument shook the earth violently, while my voice became a howling storm that swept up everything in its path.
Caro: I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. All I could perceive was the grief of the islanders carried to my heart by my power.
Lorenzo: Nooo! My home!
Renata: Arte is angry... because we abandoned the arts!
Traveler: Huh, so that's how you see it.
Lorenzo: Who are you!
Traveler: Does that really matter right now? I've come to tell you the truth about that beast... the primal beast Arte!
Renata: Primal beast?
Traveler: Hear me, skydwellers! That is the beast that disregarded your own feelings and forced a love of the arts upon you.
Traveler: But now that he's given up his petty tricks and returned you to your senses, you're tormented by an unbearable sense of loss!
Traveler: Were those fleeting emotions he gave you a curse or a blessing? Was there truly no meaning to them in the end?
Lorenzo: A curse... or a blessing...
Traveler: It's up to you to decide whether to cower before the wrath of this rampaging beast or ease the grief of your wounded friend.
Traveler: Make your choice, skydwellers! Defy the stars, and seize a bright future for yourselves!
Arte: Aaahh!
Lorenzo: You can't expect us to decide so suddenly...
Renata: Arte was my friend... He called me Cara. I want to believe in him!
Renata: If what this man says is true, then Arte brought the arts to this island. Who could possibly call that a curse?
Lorenzo: You're right. I know full well that I'm not worthy, but if it's possible, I want to save Arte too!
Lorenzo: I'm sorry for what I said, Arte! Primal beast or not, you're our friend!
Lorenzo: I know you couldn't possibly want this! You're the one who's been hurt! Please, Arte—come back to us!
Caro: Everyone gathered in the square to pray. Their pure white feelings somehow managed to reach my eyes that had been blinded by darkness.
Caro: The light was glistening like a jewel, full of warmth like a newborn chick. Just as I reached out to grasp it...
Arte: ...!
Caro: As light and sound returned, I felt an intense pain. My entire body went rigid, and my attacks ceased.
Caro: I lost my buoyancy and crashed to the ground. As I lay there unmoving, I heard a great many footsteps approaching me cautiously.
Lorenzo: Hey... Are you really Arte?
Arte: ...
Renata: It's you, isn't it, Arte? Please say something.
Arte: ...
I...
I...
Arte: I wanted to be... everyone's "Caro"...
Traveler: So this is where you flew off to. Are you conscious?
Arte: Barely. I'm in so much pain, I can't even more a finger. What's wrong with me?
Traveler: Your core's been damaged. That body of yours is as fragile as glass, unable to withstand the power of the weapons you possess.
Arte: So that's what it means to have a defective core... Am I going to die?
Traveler: "Die"? Listen to you describing it like a mortal.
Caro: Suddenly, I felt something touch my chest as I lay on the ground. I knew it was his hand when the power of the Astrals began to gently flow from it.
Traveler: I'm sorry. I was the one who turned you into a test subject.
Traveler: Although you were created as an observer, I asked my sister to give you a mortal form, as well as the ability to interact with skyfarers.
Arte: Why did you do that?
Traveler: I haven't been myself since coming to the Sky Realm. I've had this overwhelming sense of longing for the skies...
Traveler: I put you in contact with the residents here to see if I could uncover the reason why.
Traveler: The experiment was a great success. I've learned that the skies are capable of changing even the immovable hearts of the stars. In the end, there was nothing wrong with me.
Arte: I see. You've been suffering all this time...
Traveler: But you saved me. It's all thanks to you.
Arte: That hurts... What have you been doing to me?
Traveler: I'm repairing your core. If your senses had been any slower to return, it would have been too late.
Traveler: I was right to incite the islanders as a last resort when my power failed to reach you. You all share a truly powerful bond.
Arte: Then that light I saw in the darkness... was thanks to them...
Traveler: Your memory sector has been badly damaged. I'll need to disconnect it in order to clear the error.
Arte: Memory? You mean I'm going to forget everything?
Traveler: Your body will heal after a few hundred years of rest, but unless the damage to your memory is repaired, the error won't be cleared, and you'll be unable to function.
Traveler: You don't want to end up immobilized, correct? Then your memory sector will have to be disconnected and sealed away.
Arte: When... will it be fixed?
Traveler: In a millennium or so, I imagine. But this seal won't be easily broken. Unless you lose control again, that is...
Arte: I see. It's sad to think that I'll only remember everything when I'm on the verge of death...
Traveler: If the rampage is stopped before your core suffers too much damage, you'll survive. Though if you exhaust your energy reserves, you'll fall asleep for centuries more.
Arte: I'll wish for a miracle... so that I can pass your story on...
Traveler: You'd think of me even at a time like this?
Arte: By the way... I finished those lyrics. They're in my chest pocket. Could I ask you to tell me what you think?
Traveler: All right. Let me see your instrument for a moment.
Traveler: Traveling an endless road, stopping here and there.
Having new encounters, finding treasures everywhere.
Having new encounters, finding treasures everywhere.
Traveler: Never looking back, for there is nothing there to see.
Simply journeying to wherever your heart leads.
Simply journeying to wherever your heart leads.
Traveler: If I could have but one wish, that's what it would be.
Traveler: That's a fine song.
Arte: Hehe... Well, it took forty years to complete. But I still can't decide on a title...
Traveler: A title, huh? Yes, that's important.
Traveler: Heh... What a terrible time for rain. The lyricist's name is smudged now. I'll have to rewrite it.
Caro: I later learned that he wrote "Caro" besides the tear-stained name "Arte" before placing the sheet back into my pocket.
Traveler: As for the title, how about "Caro's Song"?
Arte: "Caro's Song"... Perfect... That's what I'll call it...
Traveler: Keep singing your song. It serves as everlasting proof that you triumphed over the stars.
Caro: Enveloped in light, my body began to crumble away. Before I closed my eyes, I saw the traveler lower his hood.
Caro: The last thing I remember seeing is his gray-streaked hair glistening in the moonlight filtering through the trees.
Caro: When I at last awakened, my head was a blank slate. The only thing I could remember was that song.
Caro: I went into town, where I was shocked to find that I was revered as the primal beast of the arts. As I stared dumbfounded, I was approached by one of the islanders.
Caro: Instinctively, I uttered the word "Caro." Understanding what it meant, they all complimented my name.
Elta: ...
Caro: Hehe. Your mouth is hanging open, Elta.
Elta: And I don't think I'll ever be able to close it again. I had no idea you had such a past.
Caro: A lot can happen when you've lived as long as I have. Even a miracle or two.
Caro: Both Arte and Caro are important parts of me. I can't thank that traveler enough for giving me the ability to interact with everyone.
Elta: I'm sure he'd be happy to hear that.
Elta: Speaking of which, what happened to him after that?
Caro: I can't say for sure, but I like to think he found a place to call home and lived out the rest of his life there. That's just the feeling I get.
He begins to strum his instrument once more, singing softly as he thinks back on the many people who had considered him their "Caro."
His voice, refined over the centuries, is full of joy as he sings, wishing happiness upon those who live their lives full of hope and passion.
Reflecting on the friends behind him and the infinite possibilities before him, Caro soars on gentle winds across the endless skies.
Side-scrolling Quotes
| JapaneseThis is an official transcription. | EnglishThis is an official translation. |
|---|---|
| 次はどんな島に行けるかな？ | What sort of island should we head to next? |
| エルタとまた音楽の話がしたいな | I can't wait to talk music with Elta again. |
| 戦いなら任せて！僕は星晶獣だから | I'm a primal beast, so leave the fighting to me! |
| セレフィラの演奏には人を元気にする力があるね | Selfira's music has the ability to brighten people's spirits. |
| 空ってこんなに広かったんだなぁ | I had no idea the skies were so vast. |
| カンターテ、悪口ならいつでも聞くよ | You can vent to me anytime, Cantate. |
| ペルフェット島の皆、元気にしてるかな？ | I wonder how everyone's doing back on Perfetto Island? |
| (主人公)も楽器を弾いたことはあるのかい？ | Have you ever played an instrument before, (Captain)? |
| カロって呼び名には特別な意味があるんだ | The name Caro has a special meaning attached to it. |
| (主人公)、一緒にスケッチしよう！ | Let's sketch together, (Captain)! |