"That I would be made to return home out of desperation when I was so desperate to leave."

Jannie pursed her lips as he loosely cradled her mug of cocoa between her fingers before tightening her grasp. She hesitated to drink, U'rahn having insisted on sprinkling in cinnamon. Though a proven culinary genius, her perception of U'rahn still got in the way of anything he inspired.

"I am sure there are happy memories," Haurchefant insisted, halfway through his mug, "By the Fury! Rahn was on the Gil with this. I don't think I could go back to drinking it any other way."

"I feel you'd say that even if it were swill," Jannie mused, crossing one leg over the other as she reclined, "Will there be any trouble with the young man from the Amphitheater. I fear the weight of Scions is greatly diminished. If anyone knew where we found him…"

"I've not said a word. Though, if he should cause a problem, I will be unable to intervene."

"I think he'll behave," the woman assured him, letting her gaze wander to the pink-haired Miqo'te as he spoke with Yugiri in hushed tones, only moments before having burst into the room demanding answers about the whereabouts of his cousin, Y'shtola.

"I cannot help but feel responsible for him given the situation…though I imagine none feel as responsible as those two."

Jannie and Haurchefant turned to look back toward Alphinaud and U'rahn, both young men having let tears lead them to sleep. The young Elezen had fallen asleep at Violet's side, arm around her waist and face buried against her arm.

Jannie had been rather surprised by the affection shared between them. Though normally abrasive and foul-mouthed, it seemed the Hyur had a softer, sisterly side when it came to Alphinaud and his absent sister. She'd wondered long what brought it on; however, assumed she'd not receive a straight answer.

And then there was U'rahn on the cot beside them, tail reaching across to wrap around Alphinaud's ankle. He'd involved those who'd raised him in the Braves. He had connections and family that Violet and herself lacked. All his prostrating of being a hero had now fallen into silence, with not so much as a single rolled r from his tongue. 

"I wonder how many era must go by that we don't ask children to fix the problems created by their forefathers. Alphinaud. U'rahn. They're just boys when you think on it."

"Lady Eyradoux, you speak as if you're epochs beyond them. I can't imagine you are any older than myself," Haurchefant sang.

"And it would be rude to confirm otherwise," she responded in turn, giving him a sharp look.

"My lady, I would never!"

Whoever came up with the phrase "blessed by light" can kindly stick a crystal up their ass.

I'm not going to say I've never benefited from my so-called "gift". It makes P.I. work a hell of a lot easier having a built-in bullshit detector. But when the whole greater destiny kicked in, my shit life became shitier. I was an orphaned searat, kicked out of The Stadium, and sent back to the docks of Limsa to develop a taste for ale and men with their own ships. 

Once the Echo kicked in, I had an easy means of Gil. Solving shit people's, shit problems. Infidelity, missing people, stolen property. In my kind of work, a girl can eat well in a city of pirates. But of course, once the word gets out you've been given Mother's gifts, everyone comes around and demands more and more. 

I probably wasn't as cynical to start. It was easy to get caught up in having a greater purpose aside from working, drinking, and bedding randos and I was always fond of cats. Locally notorious to locally famous wasn't a bad look either. You partner up with your witch friend, take out an Earth primal, and the Admiral uses your name in a sentence and suddenly everyone's your best friend. No longer the "bitch" that ruined their marriage, or the "little girl" who led to your arrest. Victoria, Hero of Limsa, wasn't terrible to hear. Hell, I even made a few real friends.

Then the shared destiny kicked in, the Warriors of Light. Mother calling to me. Men in gaudy cloaks cackling wildly about their god. Betrayal by a pussy whipped sad boy possessed by, said guy in cloak. Felling yet another primal terrorizing Limsa. Being a blonde's personal retainer. Saving, said blonde, for the umpteenth time. Dismantling Garlean occupancy and uniting Eorzea, twice. Then being framed for the dismantling and attempted assassination of one of their leaders. And then of course watching your friends die and sacrifice themselves endlessly, some not staying down, others revived to pine and simp over your every good deed. Going to another shard. Going back in time.  Going to the fucking space. 

And endless list of tedium that I did not sign up for, but was pulled into less Mother invade my headspace. The list goes on and on. Trauma after Trauma, Loss after Loss.  At the very least, Hydallyn had the sense to choose three of us to not give the title one face to lean on and be constantly harassed. 

If saving the entirety of the source wasn't enough, I am still called upon, my rest delayed so that I may voyage on with my snappish Miiqo'te besty and one of the others that share my title. Hopefully, it's the rigid Elzen and not the fuckboy. 

Hopefully this you and the twins well, but I said I'd write since you've made sure the ale was plenty for my journeys, and I'm rather fond of your two little scions....We'll have tea or something when I return from Radz-at-Han. Clearly, I’m not much of a letter writer, so I send my condolences for my colorful language.

Best Wishes,

Victoria Fisher

Hey U'khuba!

What's good friend? Are the ladies missing me yet? Things have been wild since I saved the world, you know, again. I'm sorry I haven't made time to come home to see everyone, but someone has to keep the smiles on the Scion ladies' faces, and the competition is just as weak as it as at home. I'm so popular I'm even getting attention from a G tribe Tia, but they're a bunch of nerds so it's not surprising that even the guys would want to coil tails. I guess I'm popular with everyone now that I think of it. Probably Cause I'm. Such. A. Stud.

I wish I could satisfy them all but there's not been much time. The little Elzen guy that looks up to me said the Scions are taking a break for a while so I went off to look more into my Ascian friend's suggestion of figuring out where The Twelve the Twelve went. (Wow, that's really weird to write. But really, he was a cool guy). Figured I'd hit up Miss Krile and that Tia who worships the ground I walk on. I owe him a little adventure anyway. We're good buddies and I want to make sure he's okay with us just being friends. Maybe I can set up with one of the lady WOLs, he's got it bad for them too. I'm the world's greatest wingman as you know. Guess it comes with being the world's greatest hero. No one can resist my charm.

Anyway, I'm about to grab a boat and figured I'd write home to let you know I'm alive, though I'm sure stories of my heroic battle at the end of the universe has already reached your ears! Yes! That was me again! Send the ladies my love and be sure to let the old man know I’ve one upped him yet again in the hero department.

Best,

U’rahn Nuhn

Dearest Lucia,

I have treated you poorly in not making an effort to write sooner. I hope the sari that I have sent with the courier will make up for my neglect. It has been some time since we parted in Garlemald, and as I’m sure you know, the actions of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and my fellow Warriors of Light have halted the Final Days. I imagine this comes as a great relief for yourself and Sir Aymeric.

I am due for a long overdue visit home; in fact, I was set upon it until moments ago. It seems that my abilities are needed back in Radz-at-Han. While I was looking forward to a visit with you and Aymeric, as well as the rest, my journey as one of Hydaelyn’s chosen, as always, comes first. Duty before all else is a sentiment we share.

At the very least, I am relieved my peers seem amenable in helping our friends in this latest challenge. Miss Fisher is accompanying me to further assist Y’shtola in her efforts to travel between shards while I seek an audience with the Vrtra in hopes to follow up upon a passing suggestion made by a departed friend. As for the rake, he is off with his fellow Seeker. It feels rude to say, but I shall enjoy his absence. His constant philandering hasn’t cooled down, even upon witnessing the majesty of the end of space. It is a wonder Miss Fisher hasn’t irreparably harmed him in retaliation over his scandalous and quite exaggerated comments on our relationship with him. He has never besmirched our honor; however, we do not want his stories to get out of hand and leave room for interpretation.

Anyway, I do hope you will take time to regale me of your exploits in Garlemald. With your sari, I have also a pouch of gil to help that angry young man we encountered on our visit. I ask that you see he gets it and remains well cared for. Mayhaps guide him forward into the Temple Knights? You found yourself there, and I imagine he will gain much from your and Aymeric’s tutelage...On second thought though he might not be keen on leaving his homeland. Whatever the case may be, I again ask that you see after his well-being and send me expenses.

Yours in Halone,