I...I never thought I'd see this thing again.
Sabin gave it to me, once we got outta the tower, an'...After everythin' happened.
I'm gonna update stuff; I mean, it's been almost two years, an'...
Well, I'm gonna update the sketches.
Locke & Celes
The two lovers - there is no doubt about that, given the way that their bodies are pressed against each other - are standing on a promontory overlooking a sickly-purple sea. They are staring into the distance, arms around each other, tears on their cheeks. Behind them is a small cabin. A pair of white birds have taken flight in the background.
We dropped those two off at the little island Celes woke up on, and picked up the old guy who was livin' there - said he was a doctor or somethin'.
Oh, and you'll notice I'm not callin' her the Ice Queen no-more; I guess she loosened up after all the...well, all the crazy that happened. I can't blame her. An' Locke, too. I don't know what happened between them two in Kohlingen after the...well, the thing with Phoenix and Rachel, but Gramps and Terra and Loverboy wouldn't let me bother 'em.
I snuck past their room at night, though. Heard one of 'em cryin', I think. Next mornin', though, they come out lookin' all sheepish an' tryin' to act like we didn't know what happened.
Terra said I shouldn't a asked how long it took to thaw out her majesty.
I still think it was pretty funny.
Cyan, Gau & Sabin
The old man is watching the two youngsters wrestle with one another. Clouds of dust obscure almost all of the bout, except for the smiling faces of the men.
It's nice ta see Cyan an' Gau an' Sabin all bein' like a family. They said they were gonna go back t' Doma an' see what they could do about gettin' the villages up an' runnin' again. Not gonna lie, I'm gonna miss those guys. I mean, who's gonna make me flowers when I'm hurt, an' scare away the monsters from my sleepin' bag at night?
An' who's gonna teach me 'bout fishie sounds?
Edgar & Terra
The King seems to be in his element, surrounded by small children and telling a story while the woman beside him is laughing and waving a hand, seemingly dismissing what he is saying.
Well, I guess Loverboy an' Terra are an item now; not that no-one didn't see it comin', but c'mon. He couldn'ta waited six more years? Well, I suppose he's her problem now, an' he gets to deal with all a them kids. 'Course, he told her that they could all move back t' the Castle with him. The Castle! With him!
I'm just sayin', she better treat him right.
Not that he deserves it. That jerk.
Mog & Umaro
The sasquatch is charging through snow drifts as high as his chest. The moogle is perched atop his companion's shoulders, his spear levelled in the direction of the distant shore where a dugout canoe sits waiting.
These two. I don't get 'em, I really don't. I mean, we beat Kefka! We saved the world! We had to fight for a hundred years (OK, maybe only like three) to do it, and then what do they do? Get in a giant boat and go out onto the ocean to fight more monsters.
Seriously.
I couldn't even make that up if I tried.
Setzer
The gambler sits in an ornate study, glass of brandy in one hand, and looking at a massive picture of a smiling woman.
I asked him what the picture was all about. He got real mad that I knew about it.
After the whole thing with Owzer, I made him another painting, one a my special ones.
I guess that it didn't last too long, considerin' what happened with the magic and all that, but he told me afterwards he got a chance to say things he didn't before. I guess that's good.
I like Setzer. He's a good guy. Likes losing his money in poker. AND HE HAS A LAGOMORPH.
And I suppose we owed him for fuel for the airship (an airship! I still can hardly believe it!)
Gogo
A figure in a wild assortment of clothes sits cross-legged, furiously sketching in a book.
I don't even know what this guy is. I don't even know if he's a GUY. But he can sketch pretty good, I guess.
Seems weird, though.
But he did give me this:
Relm
The girl sits crosslegged, furiously sketching in a book. Her piebald beret hanging over her face.
It's OK, I suppose. I mean, I coulda done better, but he tries. The kid's got talent, he just needs trainin' to be a maestro like me!
Strago
The old man is asleep in a garden, a stout staff leaning against his chair. Beside him, a second chair with another old man asleep in it. Between the two, a pile of skulls, skins, and empty bottles.
Geez. The very first thing Gramps did when he got home was get Gungho to bring all the booze from his basement and those old fools just sat around drinking while Gramps showed off all the stuff he collected in the last couple years.
It was kinda nice to watch him just relax.
The old coot deserves it.
He's just about the only family I got left.
Shadow
Instead of a sketch, an old painting of a smiling couple with their baby and a puppy. The couple are wearing matching silver rings, and the woman has a small golden pendant clasped about her neck.
I...I guess this was mamma and papa. I wish I coulda known 'em.
Well, I mean, I guess I knew Shadow, kinda, but I didn't know Clyde.
Shadow seemed OK, though.
I just kinda wish I knew him.
Interceptor
The scarred and knot-muscled dog is sitting at attention beneath a willow tree. His eyes are sharp and bright, seeming to take in the entire world. His ears are perked and his tail is standing happily behind him.
Well, this guy's it, really. Him an' Gramps, they're my only family left, an' I'm OK with that.
I think that me an' Interceptor are gonna go out adventurin' soon. Maybe head up to Doma, see if we can find Cyan an' Sabin an' Gau.
I miss those guys.
And I like Gau.
But I don't like like him.
Not at all.