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Only a few light fixtures overhead illuminated the dark and dingy metro tunnel, many flickering and many others shattered. Not even moths lingered where near the lamps. A train had long since disconnected from the tracks, lying with its belly facing the platform. The only telltale sign of what could have happened was indicated by a long, jagged streak in the train's metal flesh, rending the cars with a seemingly unstoppable force. Whatever caused it was, supposedly, no longer here.

There were no other living creatures on the platform, save for a heavily scarred LSTR unit, seated on a bench, and her nonchalant interviewer. The Elster's eyes were largely concealed by her bangs, but she managed to lift her head enough to cast a long glance at the other sapient. The question rung out, and there, it hung in silence for some time. The Elster's eyes trailed downwards, distantly giving something else a blank face. Finally, she deigned to speak to the interviewer.

"I don't keep my secret for my own safety." Her voice was low, but audible. The station was dead silent anyway. "I'm finished. I know that. I keep it for your safety."

Languidly, an arm raised as she cast a thumb backwards. She was gestured to the fallen train behind her.

"Whatever did that is my secret. And you'd best hope it's never yours, too. You don't want to experience what the Nation or the Empire would do to you to get that information."

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"Ah."

In the song of the rain hitting the roofs of Kennai, Fane added one note. It fell down the shingles so heavily, it'd almost formed sheets. And yet, despite the occasional roar of thunder overhead, there was the faint ring of a wind chime nearby. The glass orb hung from the awning of the porch where Fane and the interviewer sat.

Through eyes that seemed perpetually closed, he looked to the wind chime. Disproportionately, his smile was sly.

"Well, it's not weakness. I can tell you that much." His face aligned with the interviewer's again, completely unashamed. Completely. . . honest. "It's an endearing thing actually. We all started out that way, didn't we? And if something is powerful, but it isn't anymore, that means they lost it somehow. Usually to something more powerful."

From where his hands rested on his knees as he sat cross-legged on the porch, he now laced his fingers together to fold his hands. His gaze turned downwards, though his smile never left. It even retained the same energy as before. However, his voice did not.

"It's not that loss that I fear," he said. Thunder growled. "And it's not that power that causes it. It's being unable to know where that power came from."

He drew a breath that filled his chest. Lightning flickered in dark clouds above.

"The Garlean Empire is knowable, friend. The kami and the world at their mercy are not."

“Oh dear… I think I’m too embarrassed to say… um vanilla ice cream… yeah, that.” 🫠