The Sobbing Knight
While taking a walk, the crew hear a loud scream coming from a restaurant. They meet Vermeil, a man whose right eye will not stop crying. It's a condition, or so he says. Vermeil joins the crew, hoping to find out how the crew can smile in even the worst situations.
The crew is taking a stroll when a loud shriek suddenly pierces the calm.
???: Waaaaaah! It wasn't me, I didn't do anything!
Vyrn: Do you hear that? Sounds like somebody's in trouble.
Lyria: It's coming from that restaurant over there!
(Captain) and company rush toward the restaurant.
Sobbing Man: Hm?
Lyria: Huff, huff. What's wrong? Is everything all right?
Sobbing Man: Who? Me? I'm fine, why do you ask?
Lyria: Oh but we heard someone cry out just now. That wasn't you?
Sobbing Man: Crying? Coming from me?
Sobbing Man: Hehe, that's a good one miss.
Sobbing Man: But it's unwise to insult a knight. Someone worthy enough to be a knight would never cry in public.
Vyrn: Hey, hey, what are you talking about? I can see the tears in your right eye you know.
Sobbing Man: Ah, this is simply a condition that I was born with. The tears never stop for some reason.
Vyrn: That's called crying!
Sobbing Man: My my, I suppose tragedy is too complex for a lizard to understand.
Vyrn: I ain't no lizard! I'm Vyrn! And I know what tragedy means!
Sobbing Man: Hahaha, well that may be, but take a look over there. Isn't that young man over there the one you should be worried about?
Young Man: Sniff. I didn't steal any money, honest! You have to believe me!
Shopkeeper: Don't pretend like you didn't do it you rotten punk! You're going to answer to my fist!
Vyrn: Woah, chill out mister!
Lyria: Yes, please calm down. Can you tell us what happened?
Shopkeeper: Huh? You've got eyes don't you? It's exactly what it looks like. Or maybe you're all in cahoots with this thief too!
Lyria: No sir, we just came over to see what the fuss was about. We wouldn't dare to steal anything.
Vyrn: This shopkeeper's a real pain in the butt.
Even though the whole crew is being accused of stealing, everyone calmly smiles.
The situation piques this man's interest.
Sobbing Man: (... Hm, they immediately try to diffuse the situation without violence. I wonder if that will really work... )
Instead of calming down, the shopkeeper only grows angrier and more suspicious. The man decides that it's time to step in.
Sobbing Man: Seriously, did you get up on the wrong side of the bed today?
Sobbing Man: This person, that person, you accuse anyone who even happens to glance at you. It's practically a witch-hunt.
Shopkeeper: Oh yeah? And what are you gonna to do about it?
Sobbing Man: I'm going to give the ones you should be accusing a stern warning.
The man draws his saber as he speaks.
Restaurant customer: ...!
A group of rowdy ruffians drink nearby. The man pierces one of their bags and a river of rupies flow out onto the floor.
Shopkeeper: Ah! That's my money! So it was you punks!
Shopkeeper: Wahaha, sorry about what happened earlier. Order whatever you like, this one's on me!
Accepting the gracious offer, the man named Vermeil and the crew sit down for a meal.
As the meal goes on, the crew can't help but notice Vermeil's right eye.
Vermeil notices the curious glances and stops eating. He begins his tale while staring off into the distance.
Vermeil: Please don't get the wrong idea. It's not because I'm sad or miserable.
Vermeil: I resent these tears that flow for no reason. They belong to my other self, who I'm searching for.
Vermeil: I was born with a right eye that wouldn't stop crying.
Vermeil: One day, I met a renowned fortune-teller in hopes of curing my condition.
Fortune-teller: Ahhh... I see you carried a heavy burden in a previous life.
Fortune-teller: Yes... You caused a terrible tragedy to happen and the soul you aggrieved lingers on in this lifetime.
Fortune-teller: As long as this soul is not found and healed, your tears will never stop flowing.
Vermeil: I've believed those words ever since. I've been hopping from island to island, chasing after this suffering soul.
Lyria: What kind of person are you looking for?
Vermeil: I don't know. My only clue is that it's a woman whose left eye is always crying like mine.
Vyrn: Wow, that's a total mystery.
Vermeil: Well, how should I put this. I think all of you are more mysterious.
Vyrn: What are you talking about, you big baby?
Vermeil: That's exactly what I mean Vyrn. Why do all of you always have a smile on your faces?
Vermeil: Even in the outrageous situation back there, you never once turned a sour face.
Vermeil: Hehe, you guys are one of a kind. How can you smile all the time?
The crew look at each other and laugh. (Captain) turns to Vermeil with a smile and asks him a question.
Choose: Do you really want to know?
- Do you really want to know?
- It's because we're the same.
Vermeil: Yes, please tell me your secret.
Lyria: Heehee, there's no secret to it. If you followed (Captain) you'd understand what I mean.
Vermeil: Follow? What exactly-Choose: It's because we're the same.
Vermeil: Um, the same?
Lyria: Yep, that's right. (Captain)'s saying there's nothing different about us.
Vermeil: Nothing different? So that means you're also...Continue 1
Vyrn: Hehe we're on a journey too. You're an interesting guy, so you might as well come along!
Vermeil's face brightens at Vyrn's suggestion.
Vermeil: I'm interesting, huh? That's the first time anyone's ever said that about me.
Vermeil: Well, how could I say no to your infectious smiles.
Vermeil: Hehehe. You people truly are one of a kind.
And with that, the knight in red who can't seem to stop crying joins your crew.
Rumors that a famous entertainer is in town turn out to be true. The allure of a good show is too good to pass up. The somber performance jars Vermeil's memory, offering a clue to his past. Before he has time to think, the ticket money is stolen, and the crew chases after the thief.
The party stops at an island for the night. There are rumors that a famous performer is in town.
Vermeil's eyes light up like a child's upon hearing the news. He makes a rare request.
Vermeil: I have a favor to ask. Would it be all right to go watch this performance?
Vyrn: Huh? You want to go see something artsy?
Vermeil: Is that so strange? Go ahead and laugh if you want.
Vyrn: No, it's not what I meant. I didn't think you were interested in that stuff.
Vermeil: Hm, my teary-right eye would certainly stand out a little amidst a cheering crowd.
Vermeil: But when I'm watching something compelling, I feel a warmth in my chest and it puts me at ease.
Vermeil: I know it sounds strange, but it lets me forget about my eye for a while.
Lyria: Hey, don't worry about that. It sounds like fun. Let's go (Captain).
The party reaches a bustling square. A cheerful, boisterous voice rings out over the din of the crowd.
Ulamnuran: Attention! A fantastical, magical performance is about to begin!
His comical antics and light-hearted words draw in large audiences.
The Harvin performer commands the enthusiastic applause and cheer of the crowd.
Vermeil: Hahaha! Splendid. This is more than I had expected, bravo!
Hey, Captain! Hey, everyone! Did you come to see me?
Lyria: Oh my, so the famous performer was you, Ulamnuran.
Ulamnuran: Ah, I guess I forgot to tell you. While I'm docked here I decided to promote myself.
Ulamnuran: Well then, let's get this show on the road!
Lyria: Huh? Look at that, Vermeil.
Vermeil: What is it, Lyria?
Lyria: You're certainly in high spirits, Vyrn.
Faint streaks of tears can be seen in Ulamnuran's makeup, just below his right eye.
Whoa, he's really popular. Now I get how crybaby Vermeil feels.
Lyria: You're certainly in high spirits, Vyrn.
Lyria: Huh? Look at that, Vermeil.
Vermeil: What is it, Lyria?
Lyria: He has a right eye that is crying just like yours. See?
Streaks of tears can be seen distinctly in the performer's makeup, just below the right eye.
Lyria's observation hit Vermeil just as the soft timbre of music reaches his ears. With a flourish, the performer launches into a soliloquy.
There once was a legendary jester whose performances always sold out.
He never cared for anyone, except for one lone woman sitting in the third row.
He had fallen in love with her. In order to make her smile, he would do his best to act the fool.
One day she went to speak with the jester. She wanted to confess her love, but alas, it was not to him.
What to do, what to do? His heart ached but he kept smiling.
"Bring him to the stage. I will fill him with laughter and then surely your confession of love will be a success."
The woman did as she was told and, sure enough, they lived happily ever after.
Ever since that incident, no matter how much he dried his eyes, a tear would always remain.
Lyria: What a sad story.
Ulamnuran: Yes, yes, I think so too. It's tragic.
Ulamnuran: But you know, as an entertainer, I have a different interpretation.
Vyrn: A different interpretation?
Ulamnuran: You see, a true entertainer brings happiness to others, even if it means sometimes sacrificing your own.
Vermeil: More important than your own happiness...
Ulamnuran: Yes. I believe from the bottom of my heart that he willingly sacrificed his own happiness so that she could continue smiling.
Ulamnuran's words hit Vermeil like a bolt of lightning.
A long forgotten memory comes racing back to Vermeil.
A beautiful woman that I have never met before but at the same time seems so familiar...
I understand now. She is the one I am sworn to meet.
A woman with eyes, green as jade, whose tears cannot stop flowing...
Lyria: Are you ok? Say something, Vermeil!
Vermeil: I see. Your smiles... and mine. Ah, what am I saying?
While Vermeil recovers, Ulamnuran lets out a shriek.
Ulamnuran: Oh my goodness! The box with all the ticket money is gone!
Vermeil mutters to himself amid the confusion.
Vermeil: Just as I thought. Everytime I'm happy, something bad happens.
Vyrn: Did you say something?
Vermeil: It's nothing. We must hurry and catch the thief.
As he speaks, the party's gaze fall onto a suspcious man slowly slinking away.
Suspicious Man: What are you looking at? It wasn't me, go away!
Enigmatic Tears: Scene 2
The thief confesses the whereabouts of his gang's hideout after a quick interrogation. Vermeil thinks he should leave the crew, believing that misfortune always strikes whenever he's happy. Lyria and Vyrn try to reassure him but he continues to brood.
(Captain) and crew stop the suspicious man but can't find any money.
After some tough questioning, the man lets slip that a gang of pickpockets have a hideout nearby.
The party hurries toward the hideout.
Vermeil: I'm sorry. This is all my fault.
Lyria: Why? You're not the bad guy, the bad guys are the pickpockets.
Vermeil: That's not what I mean.
Vermeil: Whether it's fate or karma, I've always been the harbinger of misfortune.
Vermeil: Whenever I laugh, someone always loses their money.
Lyria: Why are you saying this all of a sudden? You shouldn't worry about that.
Vermeil: No, it's all right. I'll take my ship and leave this island, alone.
Vermeil: I'd thought that this ever-smiling crew could finally change my fate.
Vermeil: Perhaps it was a little too much to ask for. I can't keep troubling you any longer.
Lyria: It's not like that. No one thinks you're responsible for any of this.
Vyrn: That's right. Besides, small stuff like this is nothing to (Captain)!
Vermeil: What are you saying. I'm causing you trouble right now, just like I said.
Lyria: When someone's in trouble, we should all bear the burden.
Vyrn: That's right, Lyria. A huge problem can be solved if we break it down into smaller pieces, right?
Vermeil: Is that so...
Lyria: Yep, that's what it means to be our comrade. (Captain) won't let you shoulder everything yourself.
Vyrn: If there ever comes a day for you to leave the Grandcypher, it'll be when your tears stop and you have a big smile on your face.
Vermeil is taken aback for just an instant but quickly recovers.
Vermeil: Hehe, like I said before, you're a one of a kind bunch.
Vermeil's face suddenly turns grim as he knits his brows in concentration.
Vermeil: We should be careful. It seems they know we're here.
Enigmatic Tears: Scene 3
The party defeats the gang and returns to the Grandcypher. Vermeil reconsiders his role and joins the crew. He has tears in his eyes, but this time they are tears of joy, for he knows that someday, his true smile will return.
The party defeats the pickpockets. After giving back the money to Ulamnuran, they return to the Grandcypher.
Vermeil, who had earlier vowed to leave the group, stands on the deck of the ship.
Vyrn: Oh, you're still here? Didn't you say you were going to leave?
Lyria: Vyrn! Don't tease him like that!
Vyrn: Come on, it was just a joke. He wasn't saying anything so I wanted to wake him up.
Vermeil: Everything has a cause and effect, but it seems my right eye is a liar.
Vermeil: It'll be hard to break old habits but I've decided to join you on your journey.
Vyrn: Hehe, I thought so.
Lyria: What made you change your mind?
Vermeil: It's because of all of you that I was able to remember something from a long time ago.
Vermeil: You don't have to be sad in order to cry.
Large drops of tears fall from his right eye, as well as his left.
His smiling face shows no trace of sadness whatsoever. These are tears of joy.
Lyria: Hee hee, that's a wonderful smile Vermeil.
Vermeil: I don't know when I'll be able to lift this curse.
Vermeil: But when that day comes I have a feeling that all of you will be at my side.
Vermeil: Let me say it once more: I, the teary-eyed knight Vermeil, shall accompany you on your quest.
From that day on, no one in the crew thinks of Vermeil's tears as tears of sadness.
As for Vermeil, he no longer envies (Captain)'s smile.