"Ah, who's the latest nutcase added to our personal asylym?" Godeye commented cryptically as a chronically-depressed looking Illusion walked unsurely into the room.

"Sssit, ssson," Kanan commented, swinging his legs onto the table.

"Lodion. Dark Duke Lodion," he replied glumly.

"Nice name," the Assassin on the table. She sighed. "So, why are you here?"

Lodion explained.

"When do I get to get out of here?" he asked.

Rayne, whose name he had recently aquired, explained. "You see everything here? Awfully nice for a Prison, no? Well, it's because we're all here for life."

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"You still misssss your old clan?" a voice hissed from the dark.

Rayne turned around from the sight of the heavily-guarded front of the Prison from where she stood on the veranda.. Despite the position in the middle of the deadliest desert in Ivalice, it was still heavily guarded with well-paid Defenders and angry-looking Red Chocobos.

The Assassin sighed. "Yep. How'd you guess?" She sighed and leaned against the metal railing, gazing out at the glows of the sunset, which was caged in barbed wire and delicate, slender clouds.

Kanan came to lean on the railing next to her. He nodded his head at her. "You looked lonely. Sssso I came out here."

"To be with me? Aww, Kanan, that's so sweet!" She giggled.

A moody scowl passed over his face, like a cloud over a bright sky. For a moment, Raider's fine features stared out at the sunset, his birthright's mark like a blaze of darker flame that trickled down his face... No. He wasn't Raider. Raider was gone.

But Raider still stood, smiling at her like he had so many times... Come to take her out from the Fire Club of sin for more purpose of love and benevolence than desire...Rayne shook her head. Raider's invisible face, complete with the blood dripping out of his throat stared at her.

He had died. And she was helpless. She did not do anything. And Raider died. Maybe even for it.

She suddenly howled. "Dammit, Raider, why couldn't you have taken me with you?" she screamed and threw a few stones at the setting sun, as if it could have saved Raider but didn't... Like herself.

"Hush, hush, pretty one," the Templar soothed, stroking her hair softly like a small child. He held her close, not romantically, but trying to hush her strangled sobs...

"Oh... Maddie, I'm sorry, I missed it... I missed..." she wailed miserbly.

Kanan tried futiley to hush her. "You've never missssed anything."

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Occasionally, there would be a sudden surplus of supplies, or too many of the same unwanted Present Day gifts. Sometimes they were distributed to the minor nobles... But after a while, it became profitable to order the prisoners to make products and sell them on the market.

Diaghelib Godeye smiled slightly to himself as the brush danced across the canvas, creating an idyllic scene...

Snow was falling. It feathered its gentleness over the trees of the forest and blanketted the ground in pure whiteness. In the middle of the clearing in that picture, the snow fell on a house. A small bucolic cabin, glowing warmly and brightly amist the snowy forest evening around it. The twilight shed a glow over the snow so mutedly colorful and lovely that Ambervale could not rival it to any extent.

Godeye's third eye peered back in time to the dim reaches of his depthless mind... The scene was so beautiful, he could not help but begin to recreate it on a blank canvas...

His brushed dipped and flickered, and before long, the silhouette of a nu mou sipping tea in front of a furnace appeared in the mirror...

He dropped the brush in a sudden rush of memory. He knew the scene too well.

It was his home, with the underground laboratory in Lutia Pass...

No. It couldn't be. He tried so hard to forget it... He tried so hard to forget that quaint little cabin where he had lived so many years before...

He plucked the gorgeous painting of the tranquil scene off the easel.

As a Defender walked past, he suddenly shoved the painting into the bangaa's hands, oblivious of what value such a beautiful painting held. "Here. It's for you. Get it out of me sight," he said gruffly.

The Defender, too stunned by his good luck on aquiring such a treasure, barely muttered a stammering "Thanksss- -u-u-umm..." And careful to avoid touching the wet paint, he rushed out to put it somewhere safe.

Godeye groaned and sank into his seat. He began fussing the brush, fussing the paint... Until all of a sudden, nonsense appeared before his eyes on the canvas... He fought down nausea as he painted. They weren't just slashes of color and freckles, they were his emotions, his mind, dripping with self-loathing, wailing with loneliness... And all in the while, tintednostalgia's soft melancholy blue.

"Hey!" His concentration broken by the shout, Godeye scowled and looked up.

It was one of the random nobles that dropped by to see their works, which normally were fine enough quality to sell for very pretty gil.

The noblemangrinned wildly. "It's new! It's fantastic! It's totally original-"

"It's a mess. Here, take it," Godeye snapped, thrusting the piece of his mind (which us readers know it the Ivalician equivalent of Contemperary and Modern art) into the noble's hands.

His eyes gleamed with a mad incadenscence. "It's so new! My friends'll be so jealous! You're a mad genius, and mad genius..." His voice trailed off as he raced down the hall.

"Oh great," he muttered, picking up another canvas and resuming his painting.

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"Here." Kanan lead her to his room and sat her on his bed. He snatched out a few boxes of tissues and closed the door against any prying guards. "Tell me what'sss bothering you," he commanded as he plopped down beside her.

"I-I just miss my old friends... And my sister... Nevermind."

For an instant, Kanan was Raider, with his fire-mark and his eyes shining on her...

Raider evaporated as Rayne burst into tears again.