Vera sat motionless on her chair next to her window that revealed the next mile or two of the gargantuan city, but everything seemed quiet without Remora. She rested her head on her hand as she sat her elbow on the inside window pane and sighed deeply, feeling a loss of hope for her lost daughter. Even she had a hard time sleeping and was too griefed to know what Fang was going through. There could be many possibilities on what happened to Remora, but there was only one that Vera was left to think about, yet she found it very unlikely to happen.

That documentary that she found was written a millenia ago. Nothing in there could possibly be going on at this time. She thought, aggravated. A shade of depression had nearly filled the whole room with half her life nowhere to be found.

"You look flushed, Vera." A voice out of nowhere said.

"Jeckt..." Vera replied with no suprise in her voice.

Hearing a pleased chuckle, Jeckt emerged from behind Vera from a sudden void. Vera said nothing though, he eyes still focused through the window, as if no one was around at all to bother her.

"What is it you want?"

Jeckt walked up to Vera, his footsteps sounding in no rush, and neither did his voice.

"Nothing in particular. I just had some news for you."

"News, huh?" Vera said, sighing once more. This time, she rested on both of her hands as she leaned against the pane of her window. A cardinal had greeted her by sitting and pecking around the outside pane.

"I met you're little love the other day at the library."

Vera started to breathe normally again after what he said. Her head got a little lighter on top of her hands. "What kind of relation are you having with my daughter?"

"Nothing deep, dear. I see that she's been having a deep interest in my homeland though."

Vera sighed a little. "Yes. She's had a love for Spira ever since she was a child."

"But I believe, nothing against her though, that a child she may still be."

"My child though." Vera stated.

"My point is, Vera, that she could get herself in a little trouble if she continues to succumb to the knowledge she's gaining."

"I find it very special that my girl is willing to learn about what others wouldn't bother to think about."

Jeckt nodded solemnly. "But, she's in enough trouble as she is right now."

Vera raised her head up straight, her arms falling from the pane, and her eyes rolled to the side to where they could see Jeckt next to her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I know where Remora is, and after this mysterious timeline's been rolling by, I'm shocked to know you haven't found out yourself!"

Vera turned compleatly around to face Jeckt and rose from her seat. "Well I still don't! Where? Where is she!?"

"She's in her dream paradise, Vera. In Spira!"

Vera's eyes widened in spur, not sure if they could look at Jeckt in the eye correctly.

"And you've wondered why it took so long to find her. Who knows where she is now in Spira though. But my point is, there are alot of shady people there, and they could use her, possibly kill her, because she's different; and you do know that the majority of this is practicly your fault, right?" Jeckt nearly snapped.

Vera could no longer uphold all of his doubts, and a quick fist banged him hard across the jaw, making him grunt a little. He held it, trying to withstand the pain. Vera however, ignored his half-crippled stance. "How do I get to her?! I'll right my wrongs. Just tell me how to bring her back!"

Jeckt stayed silent for a moment, then had a grim smile on his face as he looked up at Vera with sharp eyes. "Just read the book, Vera." Afterwards, he vanished once more into thin air. Vera breathed heavily as she watched him disappear, then sighed to try and ease her fury. Just read the book, Vera. Those words echoed through her head as she turned to find the blank white book on the floor. Walking to it slowly, she found that her heart was beating faster than usual. She picked it up, trying to separate the pages from sticking to eachother, as they have been slightly damaged from the rain.

Remora...you better not get yourself into more trouble. Do you hear me?

Vera managed to attempt to find a ray of hope as she flipped the book to the first page.

"All of these doors are so stalwart." Remora nearly complained as she pushed her way out of the temple. More icy and snowy paths were revealed in front of her as she and Seymour stepped outside to see the view. "Is Malcalania nothing but ice and snow?"

"The majority, yes. But I do believe you've seen the forest before?"

"Not in person, no. But I have seen a few photos of it in a book I read. But all of my books to understand this place is back at home."

"I see you are quite the learner."

Remora smiled a bit, even though she was complimented countless times for her love of knowledge. One thing she didn't understand compleatly though, was Yevon. She held her charm that was hanging from her neck as it glistened in the cold air.

"One question though. What, or who is Yevon?"

Seymour chuckled a bit. "Yevon is one of the main hopes of Spira's survival, mentally. It's like a religion and government at the same time. I'm a maester of Yevon, which is one of it's leaders. I became a maester just recently though."

"Do you think...that Guado and humans will get along soon enough? I mean, you're a maester, a priest, and a leader of your other half. You could really talk some thought into people."

Seymour smirked. "Thank you. I will guarantee that as the roles I play, I will try and convince the two different races to live in friendship of eachother."

It stayed quiet for a moment until a small boy pushed through the temple doors to meet Seymour.

"Excuse me, Maester Seymour. But one of the monks wants to talk with you."

Seymour turned to smile at the boy. "Very well."

The boy ran back inside leaving the door still slightly opened. Remora however, was clueless on where to go next.

"What about me?"

Seymour turned to face Remora. "You must go and find your way, whether it's to find your own kind, to obtain more information on Spira, to make the young citizens of Spira comforted that there is more hope for them, or to find your way back home."

Remora's eyes slightly widened. "Oh, but I don't want to go back to Earth just yet!"

Seymour walked slowly to Remora's side, and then traced a finger along her waist. "You don't have to, dear." His finger rose from her waist up to her ribs, nearly rubbing off on her breasts, slightly making Remora uncomfortable, but she wouldn't dare insult a maester, or a priest. Especially if he's helped her find her other half and role. "Just remember, you make your own descisions, and you have the capability to help those in need." Seymour's hand rested on her shoulder to slightly ease her discomfort. Yet Remora was still stiff.

"But, where do I-" Remora started off, but she was cut off with warms lips that attached themselves to her forehead to quiet her down. She nearly felt it was too much affection for a first meet with a person, yet she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed it at well. Seymour brought his head back, looking down at Remora to stir her with hope.

"You can go where you want to. Just know that you are not alone." Seymour said calmly. He turned to go up the stairs to enter the temple, but he turned once more to look at Remora.

"Remora, until next we meet...farewell." Seymour said before going on into the temple. The doors closed finally as Remora was left to stare ahead and wonder which path to take.

"I hope I'm not on my own the whole way through."

"You called?" Seymour greeted as he walked back to the chamber he was previously in to meet a Guado who looked a little concerned.

"Yes, maester. It's about the girl we just met."

"What about Remora?"

"I'm not saying she's bad. After all, she just became a summoner from what I just heard, and she turns out to be very sweet...but is this wise, your grace? As a girl from another world, who knows what she might be planning?!"

"...I can use her."

"Like the high summoner's daughter!"

"I don't recall asking your opinion."

The Guado monk stiffened for a moment, and the room was quiet, but then Seymour began to laugh.

"As trusting as the girl may be, I can see her future. It's quite a shame she won't live long to see it!"

"Um, your grace, what exactly do you plan to do with her?"

"I see your concern for both me and her. There's nothing to worry about though."

Seymour turned around to face the door he entered, closing his eyes for a moment, and then re-opening them to reveal a deep azure sparkle, and a grim look spread across his face. "She is a source of power, after all."