Scenario:Estarriola - Overflow

Overflow

Estarriola demands that Temperance restore his emotions and she obeys; the accumulation of emotional trauma is too much for the old man to bear. (Captain) and company realize that something is wrong with Estarriola, and they must deal with him using their weapons since he is no longer receptive to words.

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Estarriola: My emotions disappear with every second I spend with you.

Estarriola: It was arrogant of me to think I understood the situation from the start. Making me your cup was all part of your plan, wasn't it?

Primal Beast: ...

Estarriola: Answer me, Arcarum beast. You are Temperance. I know it to be true.

Estarriola: You dissolve emotions, returning them to a single origin, yes?

Temperance: ...

Estarriola: The pain of losing my wife has become a mere set of facts—the biological differences between our genders, cessation of her vitals, decomposition level of her corpse, the legal invalidation of our marriage status...

Estarriola: Reduce it down to whichever academic definition you wish, but the woman I loved more than anyone is now a lifeless husk.

Temperance: To answer is to err.

Estarriola: To add insult to injury, the tears won't fall, the blood won't boil... What a disgrace...

Estarriola: I can't shape my face into any semblance of emotion. Have I become like you?

Temperance: ...

Estarriola: Return them to me. Return my emotions.

Estarriola: The anger I carried, the overflowing sorrow, the unending pain I felt when I first laid eyes on her unbreathing body... give it all back.

Temperance: Yes.

Temperance: Yes... Yes... Thou hast finally accepted it.

Temperance: Your stupidity... Your weakness...

Estarriola: ...!

Temperance: I concede to thee as thou are.

Temperance: Heed thee, I will, O stunted fool.

Estarriola: Wh-what?

Temperance: Thine chalice is full... Your wish is granted. Let thine forfeited feelings flow...

Estarriola: ...!

Temperance: Quaff the torrent of emotion.

Estarriola: Ugh... Gug... Gwaaah...

Estarriola is having a breakdown. Temperance, who has been controlling him, is being released.

At the same time, the accumulation of pure spiritual power inside him suddenly gushes out.

Estarriola tries to fan the overwhelming power—in essence his pent-up rage is erupting.

Vyrn: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Lyria: This is bad! We have to stop him!

While out on the battlefield, (Captain) and the others had felt a disturbance in the senior and came running back.

But it's already too late.

Estarriola: I feeeeel! Hatred... Hatred...

Estarriola: That tyrannical king, the fool I became, you who became omnipotent, I hate it all!

Vyrn: No! That ain't the real you! We've got to go all-out to stop him!

Although lost in confusion, (Captain) has no choice but to move into battle stance.

Overflow: Scene 2

A dying Estarriola hands (Captain) Temperance's card before he forces them out of the memory and back into the real world. As the crew members return to the airship, their hearts heavy over Estarriola's sacrifice, Temperance's voice resonates in (Captain)'s chest.

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Estarriola: Bravo, young skyfarer...

Freed from Temperance's control, but knocking on death's door, Estarriola struggles to his feet.

Estarriola: Her dream is ruined. Use the Temperance card to escape from here with haste.

Lyria: Got it. You're coming with us—

Estarriola: No. I'll remain here for the end of her dream.

Estarriola: There's no time. You must hurry.

Lyria: We can't just lea—

Estarriola: Farewell.

Estarriola touches the card with his finger, invoking a spell.

After confirming that the crew has been engulfed in the light, Estarriola releases the last of the stored energy in his body.

Estarriola: You're a soulless primal beast who toys with fate. See for yourself what a diminutive hermit's dignity can do.

The senior unleashes all of the accumulated magic in a singular blast.

A cleansing fire roars across Temperance's promised world, scorching the War-torn land.

And so the battlefields so desired by the primal beast is erased.

Or so it would seem.

Temperance: Stunted fool... Dost thou think a piffling fire could burn me?

Estarriola: ...

Temperance: Thine last breath draws close.

Temperance: Such frailty... Such triviality...

Temperance: Stunted fool, thy task is over.

Temperance: May you sink into the deepest of slumbers. Deep, deep, slumber...

Having finally returned to the real world, (Captain) and company breathe a sigh of relief.

But with the thought of Estarriola fresh in their minds, no one is happy.

Lyria: I don't think he's ever coming back...

Vyrn: Yeah, guess not. Let's head back to the ship...

The crew trudges down the mountain, legs heavy.

Still feeling the sadness of what transpired, a faint voice echoes within (Captain)'s chest.

Temperance: Thou shalt be my chalice. Let the waters fill to the brim.

Temperance: I shall welcome any emotions thou hast cast off.

Temperance: Do not overestimate thyself as that stunted fool did...