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[Having caught a partial broadcast over the Sky Phone, Ashe, realising it's possible to communicate, makes haste in sending out her desperate plea.]

If anyone is able to hear me, I have been separated from my son. He is fourteen months of age, fair haired, gray-eyed, and was wearing a white tunic.

Please, should he be found -- you must notify me immediately.

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The people have remained strong despite the trials. I would not worry much of their ability to yet endure.

That may be; nevertheless, I cannot relieve myself of my concern for their welfare.

Have you... already experienced your memory?

This place seeks to ever remind me of my failure to my sister.

[He desires to see Tietra once again.]

'Tis with trepidation that I contemplate a trip to the Farplane.

[He desires companionship for this journey, yet is unsure of opening Ashe's fresh wound.]

[She pauses, remembering how he spoke of his sister's loss some weeks ago, after...]

The Farplane?

It... shows visions of the fallen.

[She speaks this as a half-question, her mind following the expected route.]

It does, yet she looks far more peaceful than the last time I saw her.

[He would have added alive, but circumstances as they are...]

Someday, I hope to introduce you.

Then...

I only hope she is guided to Gaia, that you are reunited, and I may meet her.

'Tis a possibility if however unlikely it would seem.

I hope that she would claim Warjilis as her home as I believe her to be safe there.

The most unlikely of possibilities... I believe it is within these which we must have the most hope of all.

So long as Warjilis is under my rule, your sister would be welcome there.

Then I shall continue to hope that she arrives.

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