My Holiday
So I woke up in Auguste because the Six Dragons insisted I take a vacation, which is just... unfathomable considering everything can still go haywire in the Sky Realm! Not only did they lock my powers, they even brought in (Captain)'s crew to lure me onto their ship! So here I am, vacationing on the Grandcypher. Oh, what nostalgia... I'm crying!
Orologia: My name is Orologia. I'm a wedge equal in standing to the Six Dragons, and I control causality and the flow of time.
Orologia: Given the myriad of places and timelines I exist in, my personality was forged by feedback from the Sky Realm almost right from the start.
Orologia: I think.
Orologia: Given how little I contributed to the skydwellers' victory in the War, I can't help but wonder if—
Orologia: Eh, never mind. I'll leave it at that. In any case, it's my duty to ensure the world's survival by stepping in to head off potential issues.
Orologia: Obviously that's easier said than done. Making the right call on the first try is a crapshoot, which is why I run simulations beforehand.
Orologia: I observe how things play out within an exact replica of the Sky Realm, and then tinker with reality based on those results.
Orologia: But it's not a one-off thing. I repeat that process again. And again. And again. Alone.
Orologia: In essence, I ultimately influence the paths available to the living based on my intervening choices.
Orologia: It goes without saying that some of those paths are more treacherous to traverse than others.
Orologia: Sometimes all I can do is turn a blind eye to those misfortunate few while others live on blissfully unaware.
Orologia: I know their plight is my fault. My sin.
Orologia: So when my personality was on the verge of collapsing under the weight of countless simulation data, I saw it as punishment for my one-sided deeds.
Orologia: After running repeated permutations and intervening wherever I saw fit, I would walk off into the sunset by my lonesome. Yep, that's how I thought it was to be.
Orologia: Emphasis on "was," (Captain).
Orologia: Nnh... Mm...
Wilnas: This is shocking. Just the sight of this makes my stomach churn!
Wamdus: I feel faint...
Galleon: Bafflement.
(This is certainly an unexpected development.)
Orologia: Unnh?
Fediel: Hm? Oh, glad you're finally awake, Orologia.
Orologia: Uh-huh... Where are we?
Lu Woh: Auguste, at what the children of man term a "resort." This establishment was meant to serve as the ideal refuge for your convalescence.
Wamdus: Except...
Orologia: Er...
Orologia: Nooo!
Orologia: What happened to the sea! There's not a drop of it left!
Galleon: Redress.
(We Six Dragons were about to use our powers to summon the water back.)
Wamdus: Who knew the children of man were capable of drying out an entire sea...
Wilnas: Hahaha! Flex that might, mortals!
Lu Woh: I don't know how you can laugh at a time like this. Nevertheless, the situation is manageable. The sea should refill swiftly so long as the tetra-elements cooperate.
Orologia: Or... I could've run simulations to prevent this whole unhappy scenario from ever unfolding...
Wamdus: Hold your horses, Logia.
Orologia: But this is what happens when I rein them in! Protecting the world gets dialed up to level impossible without my simulations! See? Seeee?
Galleon: Regression.
(We arrive back at this topic again...)
Ewiyar: Enough chatter! The sooner we fill this empty bowl back up with water, the better!
Galleon: Surprise.
(Oh? What a rare outburst of initiative coming from you, Ewiyar.)
Ewiyar: No one in their right mind would operate a seaside food stall without a sea! And I demand my delectables!
Lu Woh: Some things never change.
Wamdus: Okay, there's no point in dragging this out. Here I go.
Wilnas: Bravo! Everything is back to the way it used to be!
Fediel: Creatures of the depths and the children of man now have one less worry.
Galleon: Blessings.
(Blessed kisses to the life-nurturing sea and the primal that protects it.)
Orologia: All righty, everyone! Lend your undivided attention to Logia for a sec! It's now painfully clear that this is not the time for me to be taking a vacation!
Fediel: Must we sit through your tired objections again? Excuse me while I tune you out.
Orologia: This is too important to give me the cold shoulder! You have to listen to me!
Lu Woh: Orologia.
Lu Woh: It was decided you would go on a sabbatical, and that is final. That means no simulations either for the duration of your rest period.
Orologia: Ugggh... Come on...
Fediel: Sigh. We can make demands all we want, but that is the face of a wedge who's just waiting for the chance to meddle with time.
Wilnas: True. Such is the devotion of someone who will stop at nothing to accomplish their duty.
Wamdus: It doesn't pay to be a workaholic.
Galleon: Apprehension.
(Must we place a seal on Orologia's power then?)
Lu Woh: Although creating a complete seal does not seem possible, perhaps a partial one could still perform as a barricade.
Wamdus: And then if Logia tries anything funny, the barricade will push back, forcing Logia to stop and think.
Orologia: Whoa... Isn't that a tad much?
Wilnas: Perhaps, but unless anyone has a better idea to ensure you actually get some rest...
Orologia: I... I can't promise anything...
Lu Woh: Sigh... Then you leave us little choice.
Fediel: A seal it is.
Orologia: Eep...
The Six Dragons swarm Orologia, preventing the time wedge from using a door to escape.
Ewiyar: Would you stop squirming? You're worse than a mortal child throwing a hissy fit.
Orologia: Gyaaah! Save me!
Lu Woh: ...
Six Dragons: ...!
Orologia: Oh... dear...
Orologia: This can't be happening... It's like there's an invisible wall between me and the simulation world...
Wamdus: What did we say about taking it easy, Logia? You're making Wam angry.
Orologia: Ulp! S-sorry!
Galleon: Restless.
(That our concerns can't seem to reach you opens the door to heartache.)
Orologia: It's not... I mean... Sorry...
Lu Woh: ...
Wilnas: Moving on! Seeing as how we are back in the presence of pans and flame, we may as well cook up a storm!
Orologia: Good idea! Let's get this kitchen roaring. What's on the menu, Wil?
Fediel: Hmph, good luck trying to get this one to sit still.
Galleon: Diligence.
(The very definition of a workaholic.)
Wamdus: Count me in too then. That way I can steal some of Logia's workload.
Ewiyar: Talk about a one-track mind. It's a shame the time wedge isn't calm and composed like yours truly.
Lu Woh: Calm and composed? Hm...
Galleon: Premonition.
(Have you hit upon the next move, Lu Woh?)
Lu Woh: Yes, though it may subject the children of man to some consternation.
Wilnas: Oho! The aroma from this dish is astounding! One cannot argue with Orologia's talent for culinary arts!
Orologia: Hehehe. Big or small, I can do it all!
Wamdus: Wam helped too, you know! Those vegetables didn't cut themselves.
Galleon: Exquisite.
(Yes, they have been sliced perfectly. I should also expand my repertoire.)
Orologia: Hm? Say, where's Luo?
Fediel: Oh, he'll be—
Lu Woh: Right this way.
Orologia: Huh?
Lyria: Hi!
Vyrn: Heyo! Wow, all the Six Dragons really are here!
(Captain), Lyria, and Vyrn follow Lu Woh to Wil's Mess.
Orologia: Lyria? Vyrn? And you!
Orologia: Why did you bring them here, Lu Woh?
Lu Woh: We do what we must so that you may actually get some rest.
Fediel: Frankly, you will never put down your work as long as we're in each other's company.
Orologia: While that may very well be true, it's for a good reason! Who knows what untold doom will unfold if a wedge forgets their duty!
Wamdus: Yeah, that is a tough pill to swallow.
Galleon: Recuperation.
(However, your spirit is in tatters. It is imperative to be well-rested.)
Ewiyar: The world won't survive another episode from a malfunctioning time wedge!
Lu Woh: To avoid such a recurrence, a period of rejuvenation aboard the singularity's ship, one that has even accommodated Ewiyar, would do you well.
Wilnas: We apologize for dragging the children of man into our affairs, but could we ask your crew to take in Orologia?
Lyria: Onto our ship?
Lu Woh: Yes.
Lyria: I'm not sure if I understand the whole picture, but it sounds like you want us to help Orologia forget about work and focus on having fun.
Wilnas: Brilliantly summarized, Lyria. You hit it right on the head!
Vyrn: Sounds totally fine to me. All good, (Captain)?
(Captain) nods, drawing sighs of relief from the Six Dragons.
Wilnas: This isn't much in the way of thanks, but do gorge yourselves on this meal!
Lyria: Oooh! Looks yummy! You really don't mind?
Wamdus: Wil and I helped Logia make it. That's why it's not bitter lump of coal.
Lyria: How about that!
Orologia: Excuse me, aren't you forgetting something? Suddenly adding another mouth to feed to your crew is a logistical nightmare!
Vyrn: Nah, the Grandcypher's got cabins to spare. It's not a problem at all.
Vyrn: I guess if you're that worried about it, feel free to pitch in on a few small chores.
Orologia: Guh...
Orologia: (I wish I could come! I really do! I would love nothing more than to fly with you all!)
Orologia: (B-b-but I'm like (Captain)'s personal death flag! I'd only be putting the captain's life in danger if I mingled with this crew!)
Orologia: Well...
Sensing Orologia's reluctance, (Captain) cheerfully lays down the law.
- It's fine! Join us!
Choose: It's fine! Join us!Orologia: Deal!
Lu Woh: Then it's settled.
Orologia: Oh, wait, whoops... Me and my big mouth...
Lyria: Not to be rude, but I do think you're looking a little drained, Orologia.
Vyrn: Gotta be the fatigue settin' in. Let's get you comfortable on the ship.
Orologia: Lyria... Vyrn... Thank you.
Orologia: (Th-this'll work out fine, right? Right?)
Lu Woh: Well, then, Singularity. We leave Orologia in your custody.
Fediel: On the honor of the Six Dragons, we promise to repay this debt to you.
Vyrn: Haha! A promise from the Six Dragons, huh? Why does that sound scary for some reason?
Lyria: Heehee, well I think we got a good deal!
After finishing an entertaining impromptu lunch with the Six Dragons, (Captain) and the others return to the ship with Orologia.
Vyrn: Boy, I wish I could open up fast-travel doors like you guys can. Zoom!
Lyria: I know, right?
Lyria: Here we are, Orologia! Welcome aboard our ship!
Orologia: ...
Orologia: Pardon my... intrusion.
Orologia: (Oh, Grandcypher! It's really you!)
Orologia: (Ah, memories...)
Vyrn: Right then. We'd better get a room made for Orologia!
Lyria: Yeah! Come on, you can pick out whichever one you like.
Orologia: Okay. Thanks, Lyria. Vyrn. Um... Captain.
Orologia: ...
Here aboard the Grandcypher, the crew will attempt to get Orologia to unwind and relax.
And here aboard the Grandcypher, Orologia will have plenty of time to reminisce about some of the fonder memories once created in a simulated world.
My Holy Day
Bumped into the captain and Xing—or rather Seox—while they were cleaning. Hm? Er, I swear I wasn't looking for work! Honest! Anyway, the sight of those two together hit me hard... Agh! Had to remind myself that they're not the same two I knew from the simulations! Still, that didn't stop me from reliving a memory of a Zinkenstill that never came to pass...
Orologia settles in on the Grandcypher for needed R & R.
The wedge strolls through the airship's corridors, reliving memories from past simulations.
Orologia: Nothing's changed...
Seox's Voice: I'll handle the lifting. You just concentrate on sweeping, (Captain).
Orologia: Isn't that...
Upon rounding a corner, Orologia sees (Captain) and Seox in the middle of tidying up a room.
Seox: Er, and you are?
Orologia: Oh, uh, I'm a new pickup, Orologia! Your crew was kind enough to accommodate me.
Seox: Ah, I've heard. The one who's here to rest and recover. Is it all right for you to be moving around?
Orologia: Yeah, my body isn't really the thing with problems. Doing some cleaning there? Mind if I grab a broom and help hunt down dust bunnies?
(Captain) gently rebuffs Orologia's earnest offer, urging the wedge to refrain from working up a sweat.
Seox: Listen to the captain. Sweeping floors and lugging boxes around goes against the vacation spirit.
Orologia: Boo... You think so?
Orologia: It's not fair though! All this slacking off threatens to transform my body into a languid blob of torpidity!
With the request of the Six Dragons still fresh in (Captain)'s mind, the captain refuses to budge on the issue.
Seox: It's not that I don't sympathize with your frustrations toward mandated time off.
Orologia: Thank you! I'm glad at least Xi—eeeox gets it!
Orologia: Ahaha, it's nice to know there's someone else in my corner!
Orologia: (Goodness gracious, that was a close one! I nearly called him Xing!)
Orologia: (Ah, but look at him now... You've grown so much, Xing. No, make that Seox.)
Seox: ...?
Orologia: (Seeing the two of you together like this is going to make me bawl...)
A smile spreads across Orologia's face as the wedge recalls a moment from a simulated world.
Xing: (Captain) and I finished mopping the hallway, Logia.
Orologia: Cool! Thanks, Xing!
Vyrn: Hey, look what I found! It's (Captain)'s old baby clothes!
Xing and (Captain) stare curiously at the little pile of clothing in Vyrn's arms.
Orologia: Aww... I can't believe how tiny (Captain) used to be.
Vyrn: It's crazy! Even I could carry (Captain) around back in the day.
Orologia: Aaah! And these little baby booties! Doesn't this take you back, Vyrn?
Vyrn: Oh, yeah! I remember those! You made them right after (Captain) started walking!
Xing: There's no way (Captain)'s big feet could fit into them now.
Vyrn: I remember holdin' my breath with every wobbly step (Captain) took. Don't know how my heart survived that trial.
Orologia: Couldn't take our eyes off that scamp for a second, lest we had a fugitive baby on our hands.
- Hey! You call this room clean?
Choose: Hey! You call this room clean?A red-faced (Captain) tries to stem the flood of embarrassing childhood stories with an appeal to Orologia's and Vyrn's work ethic.
Xing: Now that you mention it, those two haven't made a dent in their cleaning tasks.
Orologia: S-sorry about that. We accidentally got sidetracked by nostalgia...
- "Accidentally"? Hah, that's rich!
Choose: "Accidentally"? Hah, that's rich!Vyrn: We said we're sorry...
Orologia: Look at our (Captain) acting the responsible one. They grow up so fast.
Orologia remains idle, as if stricken by emotion. (Captain) has to once again prod the wedge into action.
Orologia: Quite right! Rolling up my sleeves now! Thanks again for making the hallway shine, you two!
Vyrn: Let's crush out the rest of the house!
Orologia: ...
Seox: Are you sure you're okay? You look somewhat dazed.
(Captain) and Seox express concern for Orologia, who appears to be flagging.
Orologia: Actually, I think I will go lie down for a bit!
Orologia: I'll stop being a distraction and let you finish tidying up!
Seox: No wonder the Six Dragons ordered a vacation.
The captain nods and watches Orologia disappear down the corridor. (Captain) can't help but sense a cloud of loneliness hanging over Orologia.
My Holy Day: Scene 2
Out on the deck, I found Vyrn entangled with a laundry monster, so I rushed to his aid! After we hung up all the laundry, he said something that triggered my memory of a failed possibility, one in which Vyrn and I were raising baby (Captain). That route doesn't exist in this reality, but I gotta admit that I miss hearing Vyrn call me Logia. Just a little.
Vyrn: Mmph!
Coming out onto the deck, Orologia spots Vyrn grappling with a large linen opponent.
Orologia: You okay there, Vyrn?
Vyrn: Phew! Thanks for diggin' me outta the bedsheets! I was sure I could hang it up on my own, but it kept flappin' back in my face.
Orologia: You're welcome. Here, why don't I anchor this end while you get the other?
Vyrn: That'd be great. Sorry to make you work on your vacay!
Orologia: I could do this in my sleep!
The pair work efficiently to hang the rest of the laundry on the clothesline.
Orologia: Last one!
Vyrn: Whew... Laundry is such a pain. Thanks for the help, Orologia!
Orologia: ...!
Orologia: You're... welcome, Vyrn.
Vyrn: Whew... Laundry is such a pain. Thanks for the help, Logia!
Orologia: You're welcome! But maybe shouldering the entire load is too much for one little dragon.
Orologia: Especially when a new pile of clothes and diapers that needs washing stacks up every day.
Vyrn: Eh, since Pops is busy takin' care of some business, someone else has to watch over (Captain).
Orologia: Yes, but still...
Vyrn: You're already on food duty and other chores, so the least I can do is knock out the laundry to give you more breathing room.
Orologia: Vyrn... Sniff... I'm not worthy of your kindness!
Vyrn: Aw, cut it out. You're makin' me blush!
Vyrn: Yawn... Boy, weather's awesome today. I'm about ready to pass out right here.
Orologia: Doesn't help that (Captain)'s been up crying these past few nights.
Vyrn: Even with the three of us—you, me, and Pops—raisin' a baby is no small feat.
Orologia: You can say that again. Still, (Captain) is just...
Orologia & Vyrn: Sho cute!
Orologia: Hahaha!
Vyrn: Bwahaha! We're such hopeless parents.
Orologia: I dare anyone to hold (Captain) and then tell me they wouldn't do anything for that widdle cutie.
(Captain): Waaah...
Orologia: Uh-oh! I think that's our cue!
Vyrn: Yep, somebody's up. Move out, Logia!
Orologia: On my way!
Orologia: ...
Vyrn: I'm gonna grab a drink from the kitchen. Wanna come with?
Orologia: Sure! I could use some refreshments myself!
Vyrn: Sweet. Let's go!
My Holy Day: Scene 3
When Vyrn and I went to the kitchen, Lyria was there making scones, so I just had to join in! She was more confident and upbeat than when I first met her... No, Logia! Wrong, wrong, wrong! That was a different Lyria! Anyway, the captain and Seox stopped by later, so we enjoyed a fun tea party together. And the best part was no one died!
Lyria: Vyrn! Orologia! What brings you two here?
Vyrn: We got thirsty! How about you?
Lyria: Hehe, I wanted to make snacks for everyone when teatime rolls around, and I figured scones were the way to go.
Vyrn: Ooh, good call!
Orologia: A lone pastry chef for the entire crew? You'll be here all day! You have to let me help!
Lyria: But you're supposed to be having fun during your time off...
Orologia: Do you mean to tell me that a baking party isn't fun?
Vyrn: Got us there...
Lyria: Haha, okay then! I'm counting on you, Orologia!
Orologia: I promise they'll come out perfectly! Big or small, I can do it all!
Lyria and Orologia quickly lay out cookware and ingredients on the countertop.
Lyria: First let's sift the flour and then slice up frozen butter into small blocks!
Orologia: Sounds like a plan!
Lyria: There we go...
Orologia is content to watch quietly as Lyria deftly filters raw flour through a sieve.
Orologia: Your cooking experience shows, Lyria.
Lyria: Heehee, well, I want to enjoy yummy dishes with everyone, so I poured my heart into getting better at making stuff!
Orologia: That's such a wonderful thought.
Orologia: (Your transformation has been amazing, Lyria. The difference is night and day.)
Orologia: Time to get rolling. Empty stomachs need filling.
Lyria: What are you doing, Logia?
Orologia: Hey there, Lyria! I was just about to make scones!
Lyria: Scones?
Orologia: That's right! They're the perfect pastry to pair with a cup of tea!
Lyria: Do you think I'll be able to make them too?
Orologia: Of course you will! In fact, want me to teach you how right now?
Lyria: Yes! I'd like to try!
Orologia: Okay! Come stand beside me.
Lyria: ...
Orologia: Hang on, let me measure out the flour first. There. Now, while I hold this sieve, you pour the flour into it from the top, okay?
Lyria: Like this? Pour... the flour...
Orologia: Perfect! Keep it up!
Lyria: Oh no!
Lyria tips the cup of flour too hard and a puff of white smoke erupts from the bowl.
Lyria: Cough, cough... I'm so sorry, Logia.
Orologia: Ahaha! Who knew I'd be haunted by a ghost! Here, let me wipe the flour off of you.
Lyria: Hehe. You're covered in it too, Logia. We're matching.
The two giggle in delight as they help each other wipe the flour from their clothes.
Orologia: (Right after you were rescued from the empire, you were like a fish out of water—)
Orologia: (No, no, no! Stop it, Logia! That Lyria and this Lyria aren't the same girl!)
Lyria: And that's it! Time to put our hard work into the oven!
Vyrn: Mmm... That buttery smell's startin' to come through! That's always a good sign they'll turn out nice, right?
Orologia: Never doubt the power of a determined Lyria.
Lyria: Hm... It's browning beautifully!
Orologia: You should open a bakery, Lyria! Notice that split forming along the middle of the scone, making it look like a wolf's mouth? That's the mark of quality!
Lyria: Hehe, only because I have such a helpful assistant!
Lyria: I kind of got the feeling this wasn't your first time making pastries, Orologia.
Lyria: You were almost handing me what I needed before I even said anything.
Lyria: It felt as if we'd cooked together before.
Orologia: Er... That, um...
Seox: Are we interrupting?
Vyrn: Hey! Look what the aroma dragged in!
Seox: Actually, (Captain)'s nose was the first to pick up the scent.
Lyria: Haha, perfect timing! Freshly baked scones are ready to come out of the oven.
Orologia: Wait! I still need to make tea!
Vyrn: Nah, grab a seat! Since you and Lyria covered food, we'll cover beverages!
(Captain) nods and gets to brewing with Seox.
Seox: Tea's ready. Careful, it's hot.
Lyria: Yay! Thank you!
Orologia: ...
The small party spends a fun-filled afternoon chatting, sipping tea, and enjoying each other's company.
My Holy Day: Scene 4
Today was amazing! Maybe too amazing, since I couldn't fall asleep! Vyrn and the captain—those kind souls—actually came to my room to check on me. I still don't know if I should be here, what with my propensity for plopping the captain in lethal situations. Yet as I drift off to sleep while serenaded by the captain's lullaby, I start to think how wonderful it would be if we—(Captain)'s crew and I—can surpass any and all threats fate throws at us.
After finishing tea and scones, Orologia retires to the room and climbs into bed.
Orologia: Aah... Even the mattresses here bestow me with the utmost hospitality...
Orologia: So why can't I fall asleep! The harder I try to doze off, the more awake I become!
Orologia: Sigh...
Orologia: Maybe it's the rush from watching (Captain) and the others live their best lives.
Orologia: It fills me with joy. And yet...
Orologia: Gaaah! If only I could stay with them forever!
Orologia: No! Forget it, Logia, you greedy wedge! Just be happy with these scraps you've been given.
Orologia: Yes! Come in!
Vyrn: Aha! So you were still up.
An anxious (Captain) and Vyrn have come to check in on Orologia.
Orologia: I'm fine. No, really. I swear.
Vyrn: I dunno... You didn't have to help me hang up the laundry or get your hands messy makin' scones.
Vyrn: It's like working is in your blood, and takin' breaks doesn't even register.
- Relaxing takes practice too.
Choose: Relaxing takes practice too.Vyrn: Yeah, strange as it sounds.
Orologia: Um, but I am relaxing. I just have my own methods for spending free time.
Vyrn: Hm... Think it's okay to take Orologia's word for it, (Captain)?
After a short pause to consider the options, (Captain) asks if Orologia would like to stay aboard the airship for the entire duration of the vacation.
Orologia: Uh...
Orologia: Wait, what! Surely you're just saying that to be polite?
Vyrn: Nope. If you're cool with stickin' around, then so are we. No one else is usin' this room anyway.
Orologia: Fine, but I should warn you! My vacations last nearly as long as a skydweller's lifespan!
Vyrn: Wow, gives a whole nother meaning to the term "extended vacation," huh... Probably feels short to you though. That's wedges for ya, I guess.
Vyrn: It's your call how long you wanna vacation for. Just be sure to actually, y'know, enjoy it.
Should any complications arise during Orologia's stay, (Captain) promises to help Orologia sort them out.
Orologia: You would go that far for me? Mollycoddle me like that and I'll be spoiled rotten in days!
Vyrn: Ain't that the best remedy a workaholic could ask for?
Vyrn: If bein' doted on bothers you that much, feel free to pamper (Captain) right back!
Orologia: Don't mind if I do...
Orologia: (I'm so... conflicted.)
Orologia: (Is it possible for (Captain) to avoid a disastrous fate despite my close proximity?)
Orologia: (Supposing tragedy did rear its ugly head, if (Captain) can overcome it—or rather if we can overcome it together, then...)
Orologia: ...
Vyrn: You there, Orologia? Must got a lot of stuff on your mind right now. Feelin' sleepy yet?
- How about I sing a lullaby?
Choose: How about I sing a lullaby?Orologia's eyes widen.
Orologia: Really?
Orologia: I mean, who am I to turn down a free lullaby...
Vyrn: Pretty sure that was a joke. Right, (Captain)?
After giving a disclaimer about warbling like a wounded fox, (Captain) tucks Orologia into bed and begins to sing.
Orologia: ...
- Good night, Logia.
Choose: Good night, Logia.Orologia: Good night, (Captain).
Orologia: ...
Guided by (Captain)'s song, Orologia drifts off to the world of dreams.
Orologia: Yes, after running repeated permutations and intervening wherever I saw fit, I would walk off into the sunset by my lonesome.
Orologia: In doing so, I thought that would serve as punishment for my sins.
Orologia: But the thing is...
Lyria: Orologia!
Vyrn: What're ya doin' out here?
Seox: We were looking for you.
Orologia: Everyone...
- Let's go home!
Choose: Let's go home!Orologia: Perhaps it was presumptuous of me to reach that conclusion without taking anyone else into account.
Orologia: Yeah! Home—our Grandcypher!
Orologia: And it may also be presumptuous of me to think that my stay here with everyone will last.
Orologia: To pass each day without running a single permutation is to step into a future fraught with unknowns, and that to me is terrifying.
Orologia: But let's suppose for argument's sake that I'm able to conquer that fear with everyone by my side.
Orologia: Now I find myself thinking, "Isn't that a beautiful possibility?"
Orologia: Now—thanks to you, (Captain).
