There was little more Sylvarie could add to what had already been said as she made her way over to kneel beside the woman, tentatively touching her hand. The first time she had come in contact with Ramaa was when the memories had started, yet even if she feared it happening again she wouldn’t willingly pull away. Despite all the times they had lived through this battle, she still couldn’t attack nor hate the Empress who had died in her arms.

“I still... want to know you, and your thoughts. I know that makes me foolish, but it’s how I feel. You once said this was all you could do, yet...”

Looking to the Heroes around them, she breathed out slowly. “Why not see what they can do, their wills and Melodies?”

They need only look to the skies above them to know these people were already capable of defying fate.