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Do I... know you?

Look at you, Laurentina... What happened to your nun's habit? You looked so good in it.

Ah, you found where you belonged, right? The Abyssal Hunters found you, and they want to bring you home?

Laurentina... my name is Laurentina.

The name of the vast creation's master.

What is this 'vast creation's master?'

The ocean, or its avatar.

Something's not right with your state of mind... You shouldn't be so— Oh, were you awake? When you killed Quintus, for instance?

Quin...tus?

You touched the sea, but did not immediately proceed to Ægir? I thought you people longed for home.

Or do you have somebody on land, gently guiding you?

Why did we have to reunite under such circumstances, Laurentina?

Your hands, are so cold.

There was a time when there were no secrets between us.

Now, though...

Specter!

When you remember my name, come and find me. If you still remember this conversation, that is.

If your mind is your own then, I will tell you the whole truth.

Farewell, Laurentina.

Ah...

Who was that?

I don't know... but she seems to know me?

She has no scent. She's not Seaborn, at least not like Quintus.

We don't have time for her.

Clean up the Sea Terrors, and we'll regroup with the Captain.

Hey, there aren't any Sea Terrors around here, are there?

Only dead ones. It's so quiet here... Did the Inquisition take care of them all?

All the better. Come, help me shut them inside. Somebody go fetch the Inquisitor!

A-Alright, it's blocked. But why are we doing this to Mayor Thiago when everything's such a mess right now?

Because we're all off to the gallows when things STOP being a mess, unless we do something about it. Go check out the chapel and get someone from the Inquisition.

Me? But what if there are still monsters...?

Huh? Is there someone on the roof?

Wha—?

It's Jordi and Thiago! Get them! Don't let them get away!

Run!

I, I know!

Get out of town, and don't let the Inquisitors or those bastards catch you!

Alright!

*pant* Keep running north... *pant*... There's a messenger station there that might still be in operation...

Alright!

I put some money in your bag... *pant*... get out of town, get out of the country!

A-Alright!

Jordi!

I'm listening!

Thiago's footsteps slow down.

He looks on as the young Ægir runs desperately down the street.

Run! Don't look back! Keep running!

That's right... get out of here... never look back.

Don't let them out of town!

You were right, lad.

This is our home, and no amount of waiting or complaining will change that.

(Ægirian) Farewell, my child!

Thiago! Where's the Ægir!

Coward!

W-What the hell are you doing? You'll doom us all! We'll all be branded heretics by the Inquisition, just like the old days!

Are you more afraid of the Inquisition than the Sea Terrors? More afraid of your own people than monsters?

We already lost everything to the Inquisition once. Do you want that to happen again?

Pah... your fist is like rubber...

You—wait, what's that... they're still here?!

(Ominous slithering sounds)

I, I've got to get back to the chapel. The Inquisitors will protect me—

Take that, you coward!

Are, are you mad?! Don't you see the Sea Terrors?

What about the Sea Terrors?!

Did Sea Terrors eat Gran Faro? No, it was you people... you're worse than the Profound Silence.

You've slaughtered compassion with selfishness, whitewashed your own cowardice, and blamed the disaster on the Ægir!

No, the monsters, they're getting closer—screw it, nutjob, I don't have time for this!

Of course, you coward. When they took Marin, when they took the Ægir, you were right there under the banner of the Penal Battalion!

Murderer!

Don't think the rest of us are gonna humor you just because you fell in love with an Ægir way back when!

Come at me, coward! You'll get it from me!

(Sharp sound of breathing)

The two men become increasingly bloodied as they pummel each other, while Sea Terrors rush by, ignoring them entirely.

They look decidedly out of place.

*pant*... *pant*...

Thiago...? Uncle Thiago?

*pant*... *pant*...

Uncle—?

*pant* Why...?

I... I have to go back...

(Ægirian) Stop right there, Ægir.

Uh, y-yes!

The last Ægir of Gran Faro. The last descendant of Breogan.

Breo... what?

The Sea Terrors would kill you, and the Inquisition would imprison you. Come with me. I need you.

A-Are you one of them? The ones commanding the monsters?

No! I seek a lost legend, one that caught the attention of even the Academy.

Yet his most important legacy is neither a lighthouse nor a ship, but his descendant.

You might be the final clue I'm seeking.

I... don't know what you're talking about.

That man, Thiago, is not your father. Who were your parents? Your grandparents?

My parents...

They... they went missing... in search of the Eye of Iberia.

As cruel as it is, your misfortune is what gives you the chance to become the salvation of Ægir.

Come with me. I'd prefer not to use force against kin.

I... This is all coming out of nowhere.

Come with me.

I...

Hmph.

What?! What's going on?