Okay, this is a nice detail. Chopper wasnât in the crew in Loguetown when sea stone was introduced, he wasnât in Crocodileâs VIP cage during Alabasta, and was knocked out for the whole end of Skypiea when Wyper was blasting Enel (temporarily) to death. Of the people in the crew, heâs the only one who wouldnât know what sea stone is.
Of course, the real reason no one told him off-screen was for exposition purposes, but I like that itâs at least a little justified.
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I'm so warm and comfortable and it's DAYLIGHT and I get to sleep during it which means no nightmares or panic attacks and I'm just still so very, very happy.
This wasnât the scariest thing that Fox had ever done. He wasnât even sure when talking to his sister had become a scary event for him. Yet there he stood, frozen outside her bedroom door the day after Christmas, unable to bring himself to knock for her to let him in. He stared absently at the familiar decals and doodles covering the white paint of the door, his mind running 100 miles a minute, and he wondered if this was really such a good idea. What could he possibly say to his sister to make her understand how worried he was? âHey Peach, just so you know, for the past six years Iâve been best friends with the son of Uncle Trevorâs political rival and now heâs in the hospital and I need you to drive me there in secret!â
He face palmed at the thought of the conversation. There was no way his sister would believe him, let alone actually help him see Vance. What if she got upset? Accused him of sabotaging Uncle Trevorâs career? Told their moms about this? The last thought caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his hands shaking. They couldnât know. Not yet. And... and maybe Peach shouldnât know either.
"The tendril monster's main form of offense is to entangle its prey in its tendrils and to feed on their lifeforce, correct?"
"To oversimplifiy things," the merwoman said, "Yes."
"But because of my accident, long story, I'm filled with unstable quantum energy. So when the tendrils were feeding on me, they were really feeding on that. That's why I'm awake when most of the others are not."
"Your point?" the merwoman asked.
"My point is, you see, when the instability builds up to a certain degree I have to drain it."
"And when I drain the instability it has an effect on my body."
"What effect?"
"My body changes...into another body. So when we were in trouble and things looked bleak, I went on the assumption that it had absorbed enough of my instability. And I used my pocket stabilizer on the creature. Soon after the island collapsed, so I'm thinking now it must have worked."
"I'm sorry," Crag said. "What does whatever you just said have to do with the island collapsing?"
"The island was the tentacle monster," I tried to explain. "The island was just a disguise to trap us."
"It's true," the merwoman, whose name I really should have known by now, but she never introduced herself, said. "The Giant Leechvine is known for disguising itself with a lure like a tropical island to capture land animals to eat."
"That monster was the entire island?" Crag asked.
"Yes," I told him, "so when I used my stabilizer on the monster it changed. And when the monster changed, it must've changed into something smaller, meaning that there was nothing holding the island together."
"Leaving a lot of empty space," Tam said. "So the island collapsed."
"Yes," I said, happy that someone else got it. "The island collapsed."
"When the monster became a smaller creature, its disguise, all the island accountrements that it was using to hide itself, fell."
"Fell right on top of us," Tam added.
"Yes. Maybe it turned out that wasn't the best strategy. But, hey, here we are."
"So, that thing in there...?" Crag asked.
"Is the monster, Yes."
"The Giant Leechvine," the merwoman corrected.
"So the monster was an entire island and is now that person in there?"
"That's how I understand it, Crag."
"Ok," Tam said. "So now what are we going to do with it?"
Wren could never escape Hydaelyn long. Not really. Not as the Remnant.
The crystal found their ways back, undoubtedly using threads in the aetheric sea to follow, and returned effortlessly, so when Wren did finally address Hydaelyn again, it was in a different space.
Wren nestled in a patch of the Twelveswood filled with clover and blanches, that let her see out, and quietly apologized to the Elementals for intruding, although she admittedly was not Padjali, and could hear no response, she welcomed their response by signs. Seeing none, she nestled in, and closed her eyes. The sounds of vilekin singing filled her ears, a light breeze lifting leaves as mist flowed. Distant laughter from Larkscall and Little Solace dotted the air from tempered and untempered sylph elike, and moist earth scented the air with a strong perfume. Wren breathed, and breathed in the peace and quiet, the softness, the tenderness. She exhaled, and released her nerves, her stress, and her fear.
The darkness melted away in mditation and she let the Echo take her from her body, watching people go about their lives. Some, she knew. Some, she did not know, and others she felt she ought to. Realms of power crumbled to realms of poverty, poverty into hiding, hiding into rule, rule into the Aethereal Sea. In he Sea, she was alone until pinpricks of scattered blue light came of her form, floating about like satellites, and Wren winced.
âI donât want to lose them anymore.â She said promptly. âMother Hydaelyn, please. Please donât make me lose them again.â
âPrecious one,â The broken pieces of the Mother Crystal shimmered, even to her daggers. âThere was a price for balance. Should you perish, the Emissary of this world shall be lost in perpetuity. Should he be lost, I know not what will happen. His successor is a child. Learning at that, in need of their father. No, it is the only way.â
âWhy.â Wren scowled finally. âWe failed. He destroyed everything. I canât destroy the bloody crystal of his entirely even. Why do we still live?â
âYour porpuse, dear one, if unfulfilled.â
Hydaelyn was filled with infinite patience, the Motherâs fragments encircling before joined by a large violent fragment. The Fathercrystal dipped near, plopping in her palms easily before the baritone rose.
âYou broke his crystal with memory and foresight, but did you see how it splintered Daughter?â The violet stone spoke. âSome are large, others, small. Once there was aught but unity, and the sea. And then, Hydaelyn split us.â
There was a pause, and the chunk of Zodiark floated from her fingers, rejoining Hydaelyn in circling as the spoke in turn.
âNot even we split clean. Look to the stars, to the worlds beyond these reflections of a Source. Above, so many, are we, still breathing. Still minding so many paths on the Aethereal thrads. So many different outcomes, tales woven. But to lose even a small piece would tip the balance in the Stars. Should you die,â
Silence.
âThe Warlord will perish, lest many be lost to Darkness. The Void. To live, is to preserve all of the Worlds. You shall not be alone. Lahabrea will be by your side. He has not left, has he? You may trust him. It will help, rven if you must meet Ascians of the fragments, and reflections. You know the ways of Light and Dark. Do not fear. All will be well in time.â
The crystals quieted, but remained circling, Wren wincing, before choking on a sob.
âI donât want to lose my Daddy again.â
The reply was far younger than intended, but the crystal seemed silent, only returning as Wren drift in the aetheric sea.
Lights and places flashed. Civilizations rose, and feel in the Echo visions, and she wept pitiously. Even her own memories hurt -- she couldnât forget the feeling of her daddyâs life leaving him in her arms, of the black crystal in her bag belonging to the aberration that took him away, and finally she unleashed a primal scream of pain.
When she returned to her body, she simply balled, not wishing to be found, as she cried.
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I watched your LP of NieR a few months ago and it prompted me to buy the game for myself (thank you so much for that!) and earlier today I finished ending A. Many tears were shed. I'm still confused at how Gestalt Yonah is always doomed to relapse? (and thus die?) Also, when she pacts with Noir in the prologue, how can she start to suffer from the Black Scrawl if she hasn't undergone the Gestalt Process yet?
Thank you! Now go for ending B to start losing your will to live!
(Itâs always a weirdly high honor to get messages that I encouraged other people to spend money.)
To answer the question: pacting with Noir is the Gestalt process, so what we see in the prologue is both Yonah and original!Nier undergoing the process. Itâs suggested in the Grimoire (I believe, although I might be making this up!) that thereâs a genetic factor involved in the process that determines how well it takes; Nier was the Perfect Gestalt, and thus takes to the process without difficulty (and with some new superpowers), while Yonah (perhaps due in part to her inherently fragile nature, let alone genetic variables) almost immediately undergoes relapse.
The Replicant process is a separate thing that culls data to reconstruct bodies. This is the integral reason that Yonah is doomed to die: her Replicant data wasnât harvested until after she underwent the Gestalt process and suffered relapse, meaning that, while she could be made into a Replicant, she will always have a fatal flaw that causes every iteration of her to develop Black Scrawl around a certain age. Every Yonah is, consequently, doomed to die young, and every Nier is, consequently, doomed to suffer her loss (sometimes as a brother, sometimes as a father).