#florbelles

“So you know the identity of said soul?” Krile asks, “With absolute certainty.” Siberite nods, “Well that certainly makes things a little complicated.”

The group turns quiet, Siberite crossing her arms, “If only there was a way to locate their soul in the sea.”

“That’s to even assume their soul still resides there. They could very well be sundered and we don’t know how to bring back their memories like an Ascian,” Krile points out, Sib’s eyes going wide.

“Wait….I think I may know someone that can help,” she whispers, “If anything we can get confirmation on if their soul is here or in the sea!” The two look at her curiously, “Just trust me….and grab your coats. It’s gonna be cold.”

“No.”

“No?” Siberite whines, “Come on, Stasia, please?” 

“Please, you say?” The warrior nods, “Well in that case….No.”

Siberite lets out a groan, Raha looking down at Krile, “Well I can see why her and Emet-Selch were close.” He looks back up catching the eyes of Jullus, who simply shakes his head in warning.

“Why? It’s just a tiny little favor. One thing and I promise I’ll be out of your hair.”

Stasia pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing, “No you won’t. Because by damning my mentor do I take on his curse of never knowing peace.” The woman leans against the table, arms crossed, “Even if I wanted to help, which I don’t, I can’t.”

“I thought you could, you know,” Sib starts waving her hands in front of her eyes, “see souls like he could.”

“One,” she starts, raising a hand counting off, “I cannot see souls like him. It takes a great deal of energy to do so and even then it’s like singular threads, unless they are unsundered or on their first life. Two, even if it was something I was stronger in and I felt inclined to help you, I never met this person so how the hell am I supposed to know just what I’m looking for.”

“But I’m pretty sure they’re Hyth-.”

“Oh gods, you realize I didn’t just follow you the entire time in Elpis? I did explore and I listened in on other matters.”

“Well do you have any ideas on how we could possibly look for them?”

“No, so go.” The warrior hangs her head, her friends assuring that it was worth a shot. She looks up at Jullus who stands in a corner, jaw tight and arms crossed, cocking a brow. Stasia growls, grumbling as she stands straighter. “Wait!” She calls the group stopping and turning slowly as she looks within the drawers for something, “There is one other possibility, it is, however, a potential long shot.”

“I mean we’ll take a long shot,” Siberite says slowly, “but why change your mind on helping us?”

“Jullus is giving me the look that I should at least feign sympathy to one’s problems,” the young man sighs, shaking his head. She turns holding up a lavender crystal reminiscent of those that were a part of The Convocation, simply lacking a constellation. “I found this among Emet-Selch’s things, I didn’t have the faintest idea just who it could be for until our trip to Elpis. Everything fell into place.” 

“Is that-?”

“Yes. We both know how stupidly sentimental the man was. Why he made it when he had full belief in his plan coming to fruition is a question we will never know the answer to.” Stasia tosses the crystal, the warrior diving for it, “I never saw someone be ascended, but the concept seemed to be that you just needed to have the memory be strong enough to elicit the emotional reaction from the soul. With your power of the Echo this shouldn’t prove too difficult to figure out.”

“And if we can’t use the memory in the crystal?”

“You could try a more aggressive memory. Something I could assist you with.”

Sib rolls her eyes, “Oh you would just love that wouldn’t you?”

Stasia gives a half attempted smile, “If that’ll be all, I ask that you leave.”

“Uhm how do you expect us to find him? He could be anywhere in the world.”

“He’s in Ishgard,” she says, not looking up from the papers that gained her attention. “He was here, helping in the restoration of some of the houses here. Is that enough information to suffice?”

“Only because I assume that’s all you’re going to give us,” the warrior turns to Raha and Krile, “Guess it’s off to Ishgard. Maybe we’ll get lucky and Aymeric or Lucia will have a list of people that were here for the restoration.”

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He clutches his head, mask bouncing down the stone steps, letting out a rough scream, falling to his knees. Siberite’s jaw tightens once she’s picked it up off the floor, daggers piercing Stasia, “Are you fucking SERIOUS right now? I told you we weren’t going to use those painful memories to try and ascend him!”

“He’s fine,” she says, pointing with her chin in his direction, “Your friends have him.”

“Fine?! FINE?! You call that fine? He’s traumatized!”

Stasia rolls her eyes, “It would have taken you longer to pinpoint a memory that was less so. I sped up the process.”

“You just wanted to hurt the man! You brought your own selfish agenda into this and look at what you’ve done!”

“I did not! I did the most efficient thing to awaken the old soul.” She crosses her arms, lips pursed, “Did your pure Mother Hydaelyn not do the same to you to bring back that precious Echo of yours? What makes this any different?”

“We don’t-. I-I mean-. Ugh!” Siberite growls loudly, “That is not the fucking point and you know it!”

“What is the point then?”

“He may not be able to help us or anyone else again for that matter. You could have permanently damaged him.”

“Pity, the self proclaimed useless man is in fact rendered useless.” 

“God Stasia! Could you not put your hatred for the man aside for this one instance? There was no logic to what you just did! You did it out of pure cruelty.”

“Is waking the memories of Hythlodaeus without this man’s full knowledge not a cruelty in its own right? Neither you nor I have any idea just how much he saw in the Final Days, so even if you did go through in finding a sugary, sickeningly, happy memory to ascend him you’d be bringing back all those memories too.”