(A/N) Another chap out, but only on time because I am a serious procrastinator. Gonna go write about 3 essays now... anyway, thanx to those of you who checked out my bro's story, it means alot. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: I own what I own, and Symphonia is not one of those things (I am aware that was semantically null)
Chapter23
The trip back to Sybak was uneventful in comparison to the events that had just come to pass, but Yuan was oddly okay with that. The clearing skies opened up to a cool, dewy dawn with the smell of petrichor hanging in the air. He was tired, but his body had long since come up with coping mechanisms for sleep since he began traveling with Kratos. It was one of the things he could always count on the Tethe'allan for- a fast journey pace, and interesting times. It didn't seem as if the man went looking for trouble, but every other week it was something new. Out of their control, too.
Yuan let his eyes trail the forest pathway while he thought. Tracing over roots and dead leaves, he kept flicking his gaze back up to the quiet man at his side. What aspect could suppress his ability to talk? It was a strange and out-of-place vulnerability- almost like a handicap. He wished any semblance of emotion would cross Kratos' face, just so that he knew there was surprise, or anger, or something underneath the mute exterior. It was the recently distant look to his best friend's expression that drew his concern the most. He felt as if he was losing the personality to a stoic and unfeeling replacement, and Yuan was beginning to fear that the Kratos he met was slipping away. How could the exsphere change him so? Granted, even as a boy he was never, what was it? Loquacious as he put it. But this silence was different than the stubborn and prideful ones. This silence was lasting and altering and cold.
He hated the suspicion he had recently confirmed. Kratos expected this to happen. But he'd kept it to himself, and decided Yuan shouldn't know anything of the matter. He knew there were secrets dredging up under the surface, but he also knew that at some point along the way he had been lied to. Lied to. It stung, but Yuan knew he would forgive him as soon as a valid explanation was given- if one ever was.
Yuan noted at the least the man had the good sense to look mildly guilty, only noticeable in the manner he held his shoulders and the line of his mouth. Still it was something Yuan picked up on and found solace in.
Sybak- the nostalgic little place he'd only been to once in his life- was just beyond a meadow-like clearing ahead, and Yuan looked forward to reaching it. He needed this to be resolved, not for his sake, but for Kratos'.
Mithos had blatantly taken to following them both from a short distance and examining their backs with a sort of scowling disapproval. Yuan almost found it amusing, and doubly so by the fact that the boy appeared to think they didn't notice it at all. Mithos was a curious one- made mysterious by some long lost legendary power, but made childish by his scorn for new ideas. Contradictions were a part of his demeanor, often acting younger than his age in the form of eagerness or brashness, but also weathered under the prospect of seeing the negatives of the world at every turn. The occasional clever, or snide remark was always equally matched by a naive assumption that revealed an abstract way of thinking. Yuan found him interesting, but also insufferable.
His sister on the other hand- she was an entirely different story. After the shock of Kratos' condition had worn off, and before the worry had set completely in, Yuan had met her brilliant green eyes. They were brimming with passion and intellect, the depths of which were enchanting. He had never been put off by a pretty face before, yet he felt as if it was just her, that got to him. Appearance aside, her very presence was something that made him both uncomfortable and excited all at once. When she spoke it was not hesitant, it was decisive. She was driven. She was distracting.
The gates of town appeared below them when they covered the peak of a shallow hill, the Fooji Mountains broke the horizon in the distance, and Yuan felt a little more at ease.
Somehow things just kept getting more complicated.
Kratos could do little else than keep silent as they purposefully strode through town. Xilia could see his shoulders tensing in anticipation of the questions to come, as they warily entered the dimmer setting that was her old research institute.
Xilia fixed an intense stare on him and he bore the weight easily, waiting patiently for it to begin. Yuan was watching her agitatedly and even Martel and Mithos appeared interested in whatever was to come.
"So the exsphere is definitely the problem?" She asked dumbly, pursing her lips into a frown. Yuan's patience evidently did not match Kratos'.
"Yes, of course it is! Didn't you see it glowing? Now that he can't talk, it would be excellent if you could remove the parasite that makes it so." The sardonic reply was met with an ill-prepared silence and a second appraisal of the blue-haired halfling by Kratos in near astonishment. From what Xilia could tell the first time they'd met, Yuan's sarcasm may be duly noted at times, but it was always far from cutting. That had changed. Xilia seemed immune to his odd form of pleading as she eyed the man her old charge had become.
He'd been gone so long that his maturation wasn't a shock, yet she still found the transformation uncanny. He was taller and of a sturdier frame than before, but those weren't the characteristics that drew her eyes. He was hardened and reserved, and he'd perfected his blank facade to the point where no flaws allowed his inner self to be seen. She'd be better off examining a wall for an emotional response.
"I can't very well fix it if I don't understand the entirety of the problem," she sighed after some searching, "I need to know all of your symptoms. It has to be more than this for me to make sense of it." Xilia now directed her words at the mute swordsman while slipping him a pad of paper. She did not miss how the russet eyes flashed up to Yuan's almost apologetically as he begrudgingly accepted a writing utensil. Yuan caught the unease and seemed confounded.
"Symptoms? I've told you already- you've seen it. He can't speak. That's it, now take it off!" His concern and protectiveness was somewhat endearing, yet Kratos held up a hand to silence him anyways. His other hand scratched a quick response down on the paper. Appearing thoughtfully hesitant, he added a final word and grimaced slightly upon returning the page to the researcher.
Xilia's eyes widened as her gaze flitted over the words. He had written a succinct list that was nevertheless extreme. Aloud she read its contents.
"Loss of appetite and ability to sleep five years prior." She fleetingly remembered the unresolved hunger issue, "Gained mana proficiency and magic usage. More recently loss of feeling and inability to sense pain or blood loss. Loss of vocality." Xilia paused and reexamined him. Was he even considered human anymore? Lastly she spotted a messily scrawled word at the bottom.
"Wings." Wings?
Yuan's jaw dropped, but it didn't stay there for long.
"What the hell? That's ludicrous." Kratos didn't meet his eyes, and instead remorsefully glanced down at the floor. Yuan didn't know which part he should be worried most about. Why hadn't he said anything?
"Five years prior?" he managed to croak out the first thing that struck his mind. These 'problems' had been going on for that long? A curt nod from the red head confirmed it. While Yuan began to cross and double cross his memories of any peculiar behavior, Mithos pulled a chair closer to Kratos and stared at him.
"Can I see them?" Mithos blurted out before anyone had given any of the symptoms much thought. "The wings, can I see them?" He repeated the rather juvenile request. Another pause was followed by the whisper of pen on paper.
"I have not tried using them since the initial discovery." Yuan read aloud, and something suddenly clicked.
"That was when you- oh Mana, Kratos. That was ages ago!" The reprimand in his voice was overshadowed perceptibly by his long sought after answer. Kratos refused to talk about the Latheon Gorge incident, whether it was about his survival or the destruction wrought. Yuan never did figure out how he ended up on the Sylvaranti side, let alone survived the fall he obviously had to endure in order to reach the bottom of the chasm. Wings would never have crossed Yuan's mind and they still seemed implausible now. Mithos was ignorant to his discovery and adamantly pioneered on.
"So, try again." His eyes were bright and widely opened to the point where they looked comically captivated. Yuan scowled. Kratos was not some kind of exotic animal to gawk at, regardless of his unfortunate situation. The swordsman gave his customary frown, but it quickly evolved into a quirked eyebrow at Xilia's insistent nod. Yuan smirked at the air of familiarity. At least Kratos' body language never changed. Stiffly he stood and everyone inched closer to watch, even Yuan.
The man looked uncomfortable, but he shut his eyes briefly in apparent concentration. A single deep exhale later, Yuan was thunderstruck. Brilliant wisps of aqua light swept across his shoulders and extended into tufts of mana-composed feathers. Splendidly arched into a wide wingspan, Yuan was shocked by how bright they were, and their immediacy. Mithos was taken aback and his mouth hung open a moment. With the fantastic light blossoming from Kratos' wings behind him, the messy auburn hair contrasted sharply and hid his face. Yuan could understand how odd such a foreign extension might be, but this was on too magnificent a scale to be disappointed with.
"It's like you're an angel." Martel spoke softly from behind him. Yuan had been so absorbed in his friend's plight that he almost forgot how close she was. She had said what they were all thinking, but before the words were out of her mouth, Kratos' wings dissipated in a single flash and he roughly sat down again, yanking the pad of paper back to scribble furiously. Xilia was still blinking in a state of awe, but when the words were pushed into her hands, she adjusted her glasses to read them.
Yuan could see over her shoulder, two short words that looked hastily written and dead serious.
'Fix it.'
Mithos rubbed his shoulder sheepishly while the others talked, never breaking his gaze from the adroit swordsman. Xilia had screwed up spectacularly in the past, it seemed, because the peculiarity of this situation was unmatched. The pad of Kratos' words sat on the table in front of him, and his eyes flicked once over all of the symptoms. It was so strange, yet intriguing all at once. He could never imagine not needing to eat or sleep, or talk or feel. The wings were a field of their own, and Mithos was disappointed when the man put them away. Not needing to and not being able to do something was different, though.
How numb and painful must it have been to lose so much? It was a separate degree of suffering to lose the ability to suffer properly. He wondered if the man's icy calm was just a product of his deadness, or if it was some kind of stoic strength that kept him going. Either way, as a human he was most certainly unlike the rest- and if he was truthful, he could even cast magic. Mithos had begun to doubt his first impression of the man; he had to respect someone who could tolerate so much with so little complaint. Even his 'friend' was oblivious to what was going on. Mental fortitude was something Mithos could respect, if only a little. He could at least inspect further before forming a full opinion about the new arrivals.
Xilia was examining the sharply cut stone planted in Kratos' hand with some sort of device that had been sitting on her desk for as long as he could remember. He honestly didn't think it had a use until now.
"It looks like the stone's under incredible strain, and to cope is robbing you of some of your mana in order to reinforce itself." She decided after a while and after the periodic clicking of the complicated interface. Mithos crinkled his nose.
"So why is it taking his energy?" He asked directly, surprising Martel to his left with his interest. His sister's complexion was like that of a pleased parent. Egged on by the unspoken praise, he waited for the researcher to continue.
"Like I said earlier, the mana filtration aspect is not meant for humans. It seems that whenever you cast magic, or use any of your enhanced mana-related abilities, instead of your body fixing the mana into the desired form, your energy is sifted through the stone instead. The end result is the same, but humans have an inherent inability to control their own mana in comparison with those of elven blood. Even the aspects of the transformation that don't appear to be magic-based really are. You're sharpened vision is a result of increased mana circulation in the eyes, and hearing is the same way. The Crystal is carrying the weight of all of these changes, because by filtering your mana it is also growing stronger." Her explanation made some sense to the blonde halfling, but he was still confused. Kratos jotted down a note quickly while she was paused.
"It's because the benefits were too great that the exsphere could no longer sustain the cycle without reducing mana in other regions?" Xilia read aloud, "Why yes, that's perfectly correct. You could likely no longer feel hunger, nor need food because the Crystal fixed the mana to the desired type of energy to sustain you in order to bypass what energy was needed for your digestive tract. Similarly, sleep loss could be a result of reduced mana flow in parts of the brain only used in slumber. Somehow, by cutting off what might be deemed 'unnecessary' functions, the Cruxis Crystal could maintain the cycle and do what it was intended to do while still keeping you alive." An air of disapproval radiated from Yuan, and Mithos was beginning to think that he truly did feel camaraderie with the human. Kratos only nodded thoughtfully. Pen was put to paper again.
"So assuming removal at this stage is a last ditch effort, is there a way to nullify the effects completely, or filter one's own mana?" Yuan asked while peering over his companion's shoulder. Mithos was taken aback yet again by how easily the human discussed the next level of thinking. He was fluent in researcher speak apparently. That was where Martel stepped in while Xilia seemed thoughtful.
"Well, the fundamental difference between those with elven blood and those with human blood is the ability to harness mana- the exsphere acted as an in between process that elves and half-elves already naturally control. I've never even heard of a human casting magic before, but it is likely that you recently crossed a threshold in which the exsphere could just no longer sustain itself without drawing on your supplies deeper than before. A crash and burn kind of reaction that progressed slowly and then rapidly again from what you mentioned seems the case," Martel thought aloud, "if you could filter your own mana, then all of your symptoms should disappear. I would by no means recommend a second exsphere, but something of a different sort could do the trick." Martel's words of wisdom gave Xilia a much needed epiphany, if the widening of her eyes was anything to go by.
"Aionis." She clasped her hands together and looked to see if Martel knew what she spoke of. Mithos had never heard the word before, but Martel cocked her head to the side.
"The ore from Derris Kharlan?" She asked curiously, Mithos and Yuan lost from whatever they were saying.
"You mean the moon? We can't very well go to the moon." Yuan was oblivious to the train of thought, but that didn't mean he wasn't still sensible.
"Well, the elves were said to have descended from Derris Kharlan thousands of years ago, bringing with them the Great Seed and planting themselves in the Holy Ground of Kharlan- named for their past, deteriorating home." Yuan nodded, everyone knew that. "The elves could use their life's energy like no other human could because Derris Kharlan was of a different composition than Symphonia, there the very minerals had an essential quality that was like a mana-filter. It fixed mana much like roots can fix Nitrogen into the proper form. Aionis is plentiful on Derris Kharlan, and the elves that lived there had high quantities of it in their systems from birth because of it." That was where Xilia picked up and continued.
"Aionis intermingled with their blood made it hereditary- diluting slightly with generations that lived away from the planet, but still incredibly concentrated. If you ingested Aionis, then you would be on the level of elves or half-elves. Your exsphere would function without any of the negative side effects." Mithos was impressed by the solution, but there was just one problem.
"We don't have moon rocks, Martel." He looked pointedly at his sister, and she smiled at the way he put everything in laments terms.
"But when the elves came down, meteor showers were common and plentiful. Fragments of the dying planet crashed through the atmosphere. Surely there's a crater somewhere in Kharlan that contains ample supplies of Aionis. From what I know, they're also well known landmarks. We should have no trouble finding one."
"We?" Yuan asked uncertainly, "I was not under the impression that any of you were tied to this matter like Kratos and I are." Mithos also pinned a inquisitive look on his sister. Hopefully she approved of a second adventure. He'd even put up with Xilia if he got to travel on a quest such as this one.
"Of course 'we'," Martel acted as if it was a logical conclusion, "To be completely honest with myself, you both saved us from a rather gruesome fate back in the temple. It would be only fair that we assist you with your own difficulties as you stepped in at an uncanny time during our own." Martel shrugged.
"It's rather curious, as well. You two said you were soldiers?" Martel continued. Yuan nodded with the same degree of uncertainty as before, "Yet you travel alone and go about your own business. I've not heard of such things, nor have I heard of such good relationships between the Tethe'allan military and half-elves." He deflated slightly, slumping in his chair as if she was asking all the right questions. Yuan said nothing, whereas Kratos was as blank a page as ever; the two were cryptic from anyone's point of view.
"I'm not prying- it's just interesting." Mithos watched Yuan's cheeks tint slightly and was unsure how to interpret that. He jumped to conclusions.
"So we're all going to the continent of Kharlan to search for craters?" he wished that he couldn't hear the excited hope in his voice, or maybe that it wouldn't be so noticeable, but he stood from his chair reenergized and ecstatic at the prospect in spite of the risk of looking like a little kid.
"It would seem so." Yuan hummed blandly as he got up as well, dwarfing Mithos' short figure while standing to his full height.
Kratos numbly followed, ill-at-ease with the situation even though he had no argument otherwise. It didn't sit well with him that they were taking a number of people that they were likely going to put in harm's way. Perhaps his required quiet allowed Yuan to read him even better than before, because the man shook his head at Kratos' puckered brow.
"Don't worry about it- for the most part we've seen that Martel and Mithos can handle themselves. Xilia can't be that hard to keep in the back. It'll work out, no problem." Kratos shrugged noncommittally. He seemed to be the only one that doubted the sense of people that had gotten themselves into such a tight spot before he and Yuan arrived. But then again, here he was irresponsibly letting his Cruxis Crystal develop while he could have returned sooner. Maybe they all had great lack of foresight.
"When do we depart?" Xilia asked neutrally, replacing the device she'd used to scan the exsphere back on the work station.
"As soon as possible," Yuan was fast to decide, "If what you all said is true, then simply hearing and seeing can impact how the exsphere works. Those aren't things he can avoid. I'd rather not wait for something worse to happen." There was a general consensus to his reasoning, and those living in Sybak went to gather their things.
"Meet back here in fifteen minutes." Martel told them all while she and Mithos were in the process of leaving for the inn. Xilia went upstairs to get her own things, and soon Yuan and Kratos were left alone.
"Wanna go sightseeing?" Yuan joked half-heartedly. After the odd look he received he continued on unperturbed, "Yes, in Sybak. I can't sit still right now." That was saying something considering they'd not stopped the night before for rest. Kratos shook his head, though and leaned against the frame of the doorway.
The silence was the worst kind, not quite mistrusting, but giving the feeling that Yuan could now openly doubt him. He should after how Kratos had hidden everything from him, the Tethe'allan reasoned. Yuan was taking it lightly, but Kratos couldn't tell if it was a crumbling facade or a genuine effort to put it behind them. Either way, Yuan's behavior was strained at best and he was beginning to worry Kratos.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Yuan inquired weakly after a while, and Kratos was content that they were getting to the point and not beating around the bush like they were accustomed to doing. Pen put to paper, Kratos wrote out patiently.
'I didn't want a repeat of the Hima incident' the words were flashed at Yuan and the half-elf crinkled his brow.
"I didn't overreact that badly, did I?" Yuan crossed his arms. Kratos rolled his eyes and easily continued where he left off.
'Yes, you did. I might have told you otherwise.' Yuan scowled deeply.
"Either way, this isn't the kind of thing you can keep to yourself. Even if you didn't trust me when it all began, you should've known well enough after the first year that I was on your side." The small amount of hurt was covered nicely by his instructional approach, so Kratos let it slide. He made no move to continue writing, so Yuan kept his train of thought.
"What reason would you have to hide it? We would have simply gone back to Tethe'alla to get it fixed and then- oh." The thoughtful pause made Kratos groan internally. "You didn't want to go back to Tethe'alla?" The auburn man's eyes narrowed. Yuan was on dangerous territory now. His personal life, though quite intertwined with the Sylvaranti's, was still very private. Dredging up long past deeds that he'd been careful not to give too much thought to would only breed an argument, or worse remorse. He again made no motion to answer Yuan's remark. The halfling sensed his discomfort and uncrossed his arms, considerably lightening the mood.
"You must really like my company then!" His falsetto enthusiasm was accompanied by a chuckle and a pat on the back, a gesture Kratos would usually have brushed off, but was endured just this once. His hand directed the utensil to form words again on the paper he flipped to Yuan.
'You flatter yourself.' The man snorted loudly before Xilia came crashing down the staircase with a full pack and a flustered appearance.
"I'm all ready to go!" She chimed lightly, looking at them oddly for a moment, "Aren't you going to bring anything else? We'll be on a boat for a while after the brief walk to the port." Yuan shook his head.
"All we need to bring is a little bit of gald and our weapons. It's served us well in the past." He shrugged as his attention was drawn to the door where Martel and Mithos filed back into the room. A small pack slung over the boy's shoulder told Kratos that they packed light as well. All the better for a journey.
"It looks like we're all set." Martel sized everyone up. "Should we run to the port and try to catch the midday ship out? We can rest as soon as we're aboard." Xilia seemed the most tired of them all, ironically, so everyone nodded their approval of the plan. It was a short distance to the coast, anyways.
Despite being tired, Mithos was pumped up and ready to go. He hadn't been back in Kharlan in ages, and the prospect of returning was an odd one, but still welcome. He trailed out the research facility behind the others. Taking particular care to watch the red headed human again. His body urged a yawn out before he could suppress it, and he hopped into step besides Kratos.
"So you're not even tired?" Mithos felt that might be a benefit right about now. He said he couldn't sleep right? Yuan at his side looked up expectantly as well for the answer.
Kratos merely shook his head stolidly, and Mithos was disappointed until Yuan added some insight.
"You said you stopped sleeping five years ago- that had to be around or after the time we met back up again. I could've sworn you slept like a rock that night, though. I can't remember a moment since then, when you went out that fast." Kratos inclined his head in acknowledgement, as if to admit a truth.
"Was that the last time you slept?" An indifferent nod spurred Mithos' thoughts. To never ever sleep must be exhausting- yet not tiring? Nights must be so long for him, Mithos concluded. It was quite a feat to hide such an issue for so long. Yuan seemed saddened for some reason, but Mithos just found it fascinating.
"You did wake up early that day." Yuan finalized the conversation and they all slipped into silence, Martel and Xilia ahead chatting about the route they would take. Mithos kept a firm grip on his kendama and eyed Kratos' sheath, where his hand rested calmly. Yuan's weapon was nowhere to be seen, but Mithos had watched curiously when he summoned it the first time, so there was no mystery there. Still, both of them wielded the blades expertly and Mithos had promised long ago to learn swordplay whenever the opportunity arose.
Maybe one of them would be willing to teach him. Kratos' sword was the traditional kind that he would be more comfortable with, and he didn't know where to begin thinking about fighting with a double edged weapon like Yuan's. It was wishful thinking, though, so Mithos banished the idea quickly.
Instead of internal musing, he settled for getting to know them. No one could deny that they were mysterious.
"I wonder why the Cruxis Crystal gave him wings." He pondered aloud, "Aren't they intended to boost abilities that someone already has?" Kratos looked unresponsive, or perhaps he simply recognized that it would be troublesome to write out an answer to such a vague question. Yuan instead kept the thread of conversation going.
"His does more than enhance abilities, as far as I know, he was testing one for the royal bloodline- so it was supposed to make someone the perfect soldier. One with all of the strengths of both humans and half-elves and none of the weaknesses that come with one or the other." Yuan sounded as if the idea was a stupid one, or maybe a selfish one- Mithos couldn't tell.
"Well, that sure backfired." Mithos decided simply, noticing how the corner of Kratos' mouth quirked up as if he might laugh. It was interesting that he found his own situation amusing. The easy silence was made complete when Martel and Xilia stopped ahead before guiding them down a well-worn pathway to the coast. The trees were thinner out here, and he could see the flatness of the landscape sloping downwards. The sea would soon be upon them.
Xilia and Martel had ceased talking when they found the main route, and Xilia conjectured that they were both in deep thoughts of their own. The subject she'd put to the back of her mind was wrenched back up again when she heard Yuan mention 'royal bloodline' off behind them.
He was referring to the Cruxis Crystal, of course, but Xilia was reminded of much more.
Kratos was clearly Daisuke's real name- he made no move to hide it after Yuan had let it slip. Kratos had a perfect mana signature for the Aurion bloodline. Kratos had appeared in Sybak around the precise time that King Aurion's son had gone missing. He had disappeared the same time as the funeral. The coincidences were stacking on top of each other like pieces of a puzzle. The boy had been unique, but clearly well educated. Now she could no longer ignore the logical conclusion.
Kratos was Kratos Aurion- the missing prince and heir to Tethe'alla's failing throne. Questions bubbled up that she needed answered, but she found no way to ask them. Where had he been all these years? Why had he left? Most importantly, why wasn't he intervening to mend the impossible tug of power between the monarch, his own sister, and the increasingly stronger military? Tethe'alla was ripping itself to shreds, and Sylvarant was waiting patiently for it to happen.
The strangest sensation was the idea that a man of royal blood was not acting it. Sure he was respectful and strong, but she was under the first impression that he was an ordinary person. He could still be an ordinary person. So what made royalty any better than peasantry? Maybe that was what Kratos protested. The benign King Aurion before his death had ruled firmly and justly in all opinions, but maybe a single person shouldn't be in charge- if they were only as fit as anyone else. That idea shook up her entire perspective on the social ladder. Nobility were just fortunate by birth and not inherently better than the rest. Even the company Kratos kept- a half-elf, he treated like an equal.
She kept her mouth shut though. Despite the fact she was certain of Kratos' past life, she knew near to nothing of his current one. Obviously he did not want to be treated any differently than a normal person, so she would do her best to not see him differently. However, she couldn't stop the feelings of guilt and horror that coiled around her stomach when she realized her mistakes in exsphere research had negatively impacted the very person the finished product was meant for. How was she supposed to know?
The small port of Limani was within view, the great abyss of water stretching as far as the eye could see beyond. The sun was almost at full mast, but the remnants of fog drifted over the sea and clung to the horizon. A few large boats and those belonging to fisherman were docked by the pier, lovely wooden bows with great posts rising up and supporting flapping canvas sails. The monsoons would serve them well if they could catch one of the ships before they departed.
Mithos had caught sight of their destination and quickened his speed, pulling Martel ahead with him while Kratos and Yuan stole silently behind.
Kharlan awaited.
(A/N) Sorry if that was a bit more boring than usual- I had to lay out a bit of the technical stuff. My interpretations only, not guaranteed fact from the game! Thanx for reading! Review?