Disclaimer: Square-Enix Incorporated owns all copyrighted material this fanfiction may include. All other materials, such as characters, events, dialogue, et cetera, all belong to Zeshin-kun.

Author's Notes: Well, tomorrow's my Finals. OO I think I'm ready for them. Anyway, let's see if the guys are ready for this one. Mwee hee.

Spira: The Eternal Discord

Chapter 10: Plot Unraveled, Enemy Revealed

Shuyin

"Rikku!" I screamed, my eyes wide with fear.

She was down there too long… I didn't get her up in time. I couldn't feel her breath and her pulse was fading fast. Yuna and Paine hadn't surfaced yet, but I did manage to contact them with my communicator shortly after I got Rikku back to the banks of the Moonflow. Quickly, I bent over her and parted her lips. Hopefully, I still knew how to resuscitate people. It had been a while, after all… Well, I figured having a near stranger press his lips on yours was still better than drowning. I began to push small breaths of air into her, following with those ten reps of chest presses. The first set didn't work. All I managed to do was take in a gulp of water when her body jerked once. I gave her some more air and was about to go for more presses, but to my luck, Rikku regained consciousness, choking the remaining water out of her lungs. Without wasting a second, I pushed her upright and patted her back gently… She was alright… She was… alright…

"Rikku… Are you okay?" I asked with a heavy sigh, extremely overjoyed that she was alive.

She coughed a little more, but managed to say, "I'm fine… Thanks to you. I owe you my life, Shuyin."

"Don't even mention it. I'm just glad you're alright." I replied, sighing again as I realized how close I was to reliving the past.

Kirin had been killed by a collapsing blitzball stadium. Chunks of debris had slammed into her defenseless and delicate body. Bevelle had stolen her from me and my heart died with her… But now, now it was Rikku. With their similarities, I feared that I pushed my heart's salvation on her. Would I have been able to go through another death like Kirin's? What if I had lost Rikku today? No, I couldn't ever let that happen to her. I'd never be able to forgive myself for letting that part of history repeat itself.

"SHUYIN!" Yuna shouted, running towards us from the distance.

"What have you done to her!" Paine added, arming herself with her sword as she reached us.

"No… you guys don't understand…" Rikku tried to say to them.

"It's alright. I'd probably make the same accusations." I told the fragile girl, adding, "Rikku said she saw something, probably a fiend. It hit the blitz stadium and the columns started to collapse. Sorry for worrying you two. Right now, I'm just glad I got her out and managed to save her. I haven't been very good at that in the past."

"Shuyin, you saved her?" Yuna asked, her tone almost sounding like her was surprised at my actions.

"Of course, I saved her! And I didn't even do a good job of that, either. She ran out of air down there. I should've gotten her out sooner, but I didn't think up a solution… Actually, Rikku pretty much saved herself. She gave me her Garment Grid. I used Black Mage to get out of there. When I got to the shore, she wasn't breathing. I kept her down too long. I'm really sorry, but I managed to resuscitate her, thankfully. I just…"

"It's okay… Thank you, Shuyin." Yuna softly stated, wrapping her arms around me into a hug before doing the same to Rikku.

"Well then, since Rikku's fine now…" Paine began, holding her sword at guard, "Why don't you give her back her Garment Grid and deactivate that dressphere you're using."

I sighed, but nevertheless, I knew I had to put up with it. "Fine, Paine. It wasn't like I wanted her grid. Unfortunately, I don't know how to deactivate this thing and pressing the same sphere again doesn't seem to do the trick."

Narrowing her eyes at me, she put away her weapon and deactivated the Black Mage abilities surging through my body, returning Rikku's Garment Grid to her. I do have to admit, when I first used it, a part of me didn't want the feeling to end. I could still remember how it started…

Rikku signaled for me to take whatever was in her pouch. I figured it had to be that dressphere thing that they'd used in their battles while I was monitoring them. With the grid, that small tablet, in my hands, I wasn't all impressed. However, when I hit that dressphere, my entire core altered, the swordsman in me fading against the brilliant blue light as violet and black shades shrouded it and replaced it, consuming my body amongst the shadows. When I felt the world reappear, I wasn't the same man. I had magic coursing through my veins. The world began to feel like an endless sea of elements and I had become their master. It was such an incredible feeling and one I had wondered about for some time. Today was my first time living the life of a spellcaster, same as that of Jurama, Larea, and Lenne. So this was the feeling you got each time you performed your magic, my love? When I felt that Ultima spell flow from my heart through my hand and burst into life, it was just as amazing as when I first learned my Force Rain overdrive. Although, I do have to admit, this time around, I could sense them, all the spells of the Black Mage, waiting within me, just biding their time until I would call them forth.

Yuna had gotten Rikku back to her feet and the three of them were ready to leave for the Celsius. With one last glance, holding up the arm I'd used to cast Ultima with, I turned to my friends and followed suit. The majesty of the mystics… in the palm of my hand…

"You know, there's only one thing that makes this day and this mission worse than it already is." Rikku pouted when we got her back to the cabin.

"What's that?" Both Yuna and I asked.

"We didn't nab that sphere! I was sure it was down there, but that meanie fiend had to make the stadium fall."

"It's alright, Rikku. The important thing is that you're safe and sound." Yuna comforted, rubbing her cousin's back gently.

That's when I recalled the events leading to bringing Rikku back to the surface. While I was pulling her along, shooting Ultimas at all the falling rubble, a sphere descended from a large pillar. I managed to grab it with my casting hand just before I required its powers again.

"Actually, that is the important thing, but nothing beats out an all out victory." I exclaimed, retrieving the captured sphere from my pocket.

"Shuyin! You found it!" Rikku gasped.

"Yea, it was actually a stroke of luck. After you had me go into Black Mage, one of the main pillars collapsed. On top of it was this sphere. I guess your dream was right. Anyway, I managed to take it while I was getting you out. Actually, the new skylight I gave the stadium let me get a better view of the area. Otherwise, had the stadium not been destroyed, we would still be looking for it down there." I explained, noting how that fiend she saw may have helped us, in addition to, nearly giving us both a watery grave.

Paine rudely snatched the sphere from my hands, but I didn't even care at that point. I wanted to see that familiar smile on Rikku's face, the one that I used to depend on from Kirin. As if knowing my desire, she graced me with that innocent expression, my heart melting to the warmth of her soul.

"I'm going to get this up to the deck to have it stored. Yuna, Rikku, we can watch it later on whenever you two are ready." Paine stated monotonously, steadily treading off with the prize of our mission.

"So… Shuyin… You used the dresspheres… Uh…" Yuna hesitantly began.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna grow attached and spring a coup on you in the middle of the night." I told her in reassurance.

"No… I didn't mean for it to sound like that… I…"

"Dresspheres might be a fun experience for you guys, but I think I'd rather stick to the…"

"Shuyin! You don't have to back down like that! C'mon, we both know you enjoyed it." Rikku chimed in, grabbing one of my hands in both of hers.

My mouth gaped somewhat at her statement and I knew she was right. I knew I wasn't planning on running off with their weapons. Why did I have to throw myself into the executioner's block every time? "Well, I do have to admit, using black magic for once was quite the experience. I wouldn't mind using dresspheres again, but I really don't think Yuna would…"

"No… I… I trust you, Shuyin… I guess I probably should've known that sooner, but I doubted myself." Yuna inserted, cutting me off.

At last… It seemed I really would be getting a second chance, not only continuing on with my life, but renewing it with brand new faces and brand new memories. A new chapter, no… A new story had begun and this time, it'll unfold the right way…

A week later, I was back in the Luca SphereDome. Following my pledge to make my new life progress properly, I reinstated myself into the ranks of the blitzers. My time as a free agent was amazingly short-lived as teams flocked to sign me. Of course, as I was indebted to Rikku and Yuna for their gifts, I let them decide which team I would join. At first, Rikku told me to do what I saw fit, but the air she carried with her words were enough to tell me that her true intentions were for me to come back to the Gullwings. Yuna had wanted to stop the blitzball playing seeing as how her boyfriend was leading the Aurochs. Originally, they'd only entered into blitzball as a favor to Wakka. The Aurochs were needed to help their former captain learn how to fend for the baby, Vidina. Yuna was thrilled to take on blitz before, but after playing a few league games, she decided she'd leave the sport to professionals. The Gullwings team hadn't fared too successfully. Eventually, Rikku let up and allowed Yuna to dissolve their blitzball team. Therefore, without further debate, I joined the Besaid Aurochs, much to the horror of every other team on Spira.

"Shuyin, our game's in ten. Have fun, okay?" Letty informed me, patting me on the back as he headed for the showers.

"Will do." I returned, waving him off and going to my locker.

It had been a good season… oh, I mean a good tournament for the Aurochs. Seasons were a thing of the past. In the current day and age, blitzball went by tournaments that take place about once a month. Each tournament goes by a tier system. In the luck of the draw, two teams face-off while the third in each branch waits for the victor. We were lucky in this tournament and the Psyches went up against the Goers and lost. All we had to do to get into the finals was to defeat the Goers and wait for the winner of the other branch. That winner was the Ronso Fangs, in a huge upset against the Glories. In their earlier game, the Glories were weakened severely by the Beasts. Their two top players were taken down during the match and so the Fangs won a game versus a highly damaged blitz team.

In any case, the other me was the forerunner of the Aurochs' success. In the earlier tournaments, he'd been using Jecht Shots and their better incarnations almost every game. The other teams usually never stood a chance against them, though some had started to copy the original Jecht Shot from him. Fortunately, as with all challengers past and present, none could match our speed in the maneuver. This latest game with the Goers, he'd managed to pull off my tactic to block the Jecht Shot from one of his opponents and use a Jecht Shot Mark III to pin the victory. That's why so many people came to sign me. After seeing my tremendous win over the Aurochs with the Gullwings, all rivaling blitz teams wanted a weapon like myself to pit against him. So, when I joined up with the Aurochs also, it was the death knell for everyone. It had been difficult enough to survive with just one of me around, now they had to deal with the me that beat the other me.

"So, I heard about that mission you guys had. Yuna told me that night." My twin said, taking his seat next to mine.

"Yea, it was terrible. I was so afraid I wouldn't get Rikku out of there alive." I replied, recalling the fear that remained deep in my heart.

"At least you did so everything's fine. Anyway, Yuna told me you also found the sphere. I haven't had a chance to go to the Celsius to take a look, but since we've still got about five minutes left, maybe you could tell me."

So I recounted the events after we had all rested and recuperated from the mission:

"What do you suppose is on this thing?" I had asked.

"Since we're all here, we should go ahead and take a peek. After that mission, I think we deserve some entertainment." Yuna offered.

"Yea, I wanna see what's on it!" Rikku added, hopping to show her enthusiasm.

Paine began pressing a few buttons on a panel while the treasure lay on some kind of stand. Suddenly, the bottom of the stand thing lit up and a bunch of strange glyphs appeared around it. The sphere played soon after, but all the while, I was wondering why there was such an archaic player on Akoji's airship. Either the original player had been too damaged to salvage or Akoji was into the ancient methods for playing back a sphere, but in any case, there was a far better way to get the object to display its contents. I strained to make out the picture as it was horribly warped by the player adding to the poor quality of the sphere itself born from years of decay.

Slowly, I began to make out a location, then a few faces, though most of the ones closer towards the back were hopelessly clouded over. The sphere was a recording in that same blitz stadium and out of all the faces I could make out, I only cared for two: Yu Yevon… and my love, Lenne.

"… here to… blitzball…" Was all I could really make out for Lenne's opening statement.

"Well… exciti… You… yourself now. Lenne, is it?" Yu Yevon said to her.

Was this during the first season of blitz Lenne was around for? If so, it meant that our leader had been scouting my love for quite some time. Did he have his plan in mind to start with? He couldn't have known how strong Lenne would've turned out all the way back then, right? Although, he did freak out when I wouldn't approve of his outrageous method to stopping Bevelle. Maybe the entire war was nothing more than a tactical strategy to make Yu Yevon the undisputed god on Spira, Bevelle's own leaders nothing more than his willing servants so as to become masters of the land. If this was the case, that horrendous machina war was fought in total vain, every death spawned only losses, never a worthy sacrifice, not even my own. Then, it would also have had nothing to do with Areth's ambitions, though his own plans fell right in sync with Mikala and Yu Yevon's.

It may have been over one thousand years in Spira's history, but if there was more evidence, I could condemn the "holy" name of Yevon for all eternity. How's that for vengeance?

"So, what's your take on it? I personally don't know anything about your Lenne or this Yu Yevon. Actually, the only thing I really knew about the guy was that he was the head-hancho for that Yevon junk." The other me stated, my mind returning to the present.

"Well, I think I may have my revenge on Yu Yevon yet." I told him, smirking to myself at the sheer thought of wrecking every last bit of work the man had done to immortalize his name.

It was an adventure and mission to accomplish for the future as I now had one. For the moment, it was time to blitz. The Fangs assembled their formidable forces on the inner rim of the Dome's floor, waiting patiently as the Sphere Pool filled to capacity. On our side, most of the guys were highly anxious, this being the fifth tournament they might win. Their first victory over two years ago ended the Aurochs' ten year losing streak. After that, there were some rough goings, but the dream version of me had helped for as long as he remained on Spira. The two years in between, the Aurochs began to suffer, their star player having dissolved into a collection of pyreflies and all. Their morale was weakening and so, when baby Vidina was born, they more than happily traded one tournament for babysitting. Once my twin returned following my destruction, they won their third and fourth tournaments straight. This, of course, was interrupted by my triumph over them a few weeks ago, which led to the signing frenzy.

I could already tell what the Fangs' strategy would be: All out assault on the two of us to obliterate the rest of the team morale and utterly crush us with their power. It was an obvious tactic, but being the ronso they were, strategy to them was mostly about giving the heaviest beat-down to the opposing team. Hey, an incapacitated team wouldn't defeat you, right? For their strength and endurance, this was a very useful and logical method.

The game itself was far from entertaining, though. See, as both me and my other had already scouted their strategy, all we needed was to know what to do to ruin it. With our combined skills, that was nothing short of easy. The entire game, both of us would joke around, passing the ball back and forth until every Fang was intent on knocking us out, then we'd pass it to Letty or Beclem for an easy goal on account of a distracted goalie. Ronso weren't too graceful in the water. The goalie had no shot at blocking any of our forwards' shots. By the second half, the fans had gotten bored of watching the shutout. Finally, we just decided to put the lot of them out of their misery and so, I began a Jecht Shot v2.

First, I socked the ball with a kick and took out the grunt that was following me. When it bounced back, it had deflected to him and he made the same kick, taking out another guy as it bounced back to me. With a back-flip, I made a Jecht Shot and hit the ball as I came full around with the flip, the ball knocking out one more ronso and going back to him. Likewise, he made his second shot and it came back to me for a second time and I punched it into yet another player for a total of five. It went back to him and he punched it into a sixth, the ball returning to me once more for my final strike. I spun in the water, biding my energy as the blitz ball steadily approached. Once it came close enough, I hung out my left leg and knocked it straight into the goalie, taking him out of the game, as well. Likewise, after the ball bounced to him, the other me spun and smacked the ball into one more player, taking down the final player of the Fangs.

Suddenly, the Sphere Pool began to rumble, the water containment field beginning to destabilize and morph as the tremors grew more intense. A giant crater opened up underneath us, spewing dozens of fiends, some breaching the pool and coming for the two of us.

"Everybody out of the pool!" I screamed to the rest of the Aurochs, motioning for them to help the unconscious ronso.

"Hey, Shuyin! Wanna try that move again?" My twin asked me.

"Let's show these wimps who they're messing with!" I replied, clenching a fist and giving him a nod to start off.

With the fiends being far less brawny when compared to the massive ronso we used the tactic on just before, it was a sure bet that they went down by the threes or fours instead of merely one at a time. The final kicks we each performed were strong enough to waste a good couple dozen in their own right.

After we dispatched the fiends in the pool, our attention was redirected outside where YRP and any fighter in the stands were fending off the rest of the beasts. Once we were out of the pool, the task being just a bit more difficult than usual as a result of the field disruption. We had to time our jumps right when the field stretched in our favor or else a retraction would drop us down into the hole. Anyway, both of us equipped our swords and got right into the mix. As the blitz game had been pretty uneventful, we each had the stamina to call forth our own versions of energy surges.

"Force Rain!" I shouted, focusing all scattered bits of energy around me into my sword.

With a stab, I unleashed the beam into the air, disintegrating a large chunk of aerial fiends.

"Energy Rain!" I heard my twin scream after, running to an enemy to use it as a step to get airborne.

He floated in the sky for a little while, a spark of power igniting in his Brotherhood as he brought it back. With a wave, he released several bolts of fushia-colored light into the pit, the concrete exploding soon after, taking out all nearby fiends.

Moments later, a terrible groan sounded from the depths. An anchor plummeted from the sky straight through the Sphere Pool's field conductor, shattering the pool, the waters crashing into the SphereDome roughly. The anchor began to retract and a creature I thought I'd never see again rose from the depths. The chained and bound beast, a heart filled with only darkness, returned to Spira once more. The return of the Dark Aeon: Anima…

With a sorrowful wail, the summoned beast used its special ability, targeting all the remaining fiends on Luca with Pain. Pyreflies lighted the sky, the enormous amount whisking past all of us and gathering behind the Aeon.

"And from the tempest fury, a spark ignites… to sigh a new life, the rebirth of Spira's final Maester…" A suave voice echoed from within the collection of pyreflies.

"Seymour!" Both I and the other me exclaimed, readying ourselves for the evil Maester's attack.

"Ah, yes, my reputation precedes me." He smoothly called back, still cocooned by the life-creating creatures.

"I don't know how you came back, but you're going to the Farplane right now!" My other said, dashing at the Aeon recklessly, growling all the way.

"Foolish copy. Anima, deal with this pest." The Maester commanded.

My eyes went wide. If he was ill-equipped, there would be no way he could survive Pain. I had learned all its powers when I possessed the fayth that bore the creature. Pain's special and unique strength was that it could instantly induce death in whatever it targeted. I chased after the "copy" and tackled him away before Anima's ability hit its mark.

"My Ribbon! I didn't have it on me!" He gasped after Anima took out the ground beneath him.

"Lucky for you then. Get out of here. I'll handle Anima." I told him, waving for him to leave my side.

"But you can't handle that thing on your own!" He stated.

"Things worked differently back then. Pain's effect doesn't work on me as long as I have my sword." I explained.

"How's that…" He began, but Anima tried to hit us with Pain again.

Holding up my blade, I absorbed the assault into it, my weapon's composition fizzling for an instant as a few blue pyreflies swirled around it, knocked out of their proper place.

"How did your sword do that?" He asked, astounded by the show as expected.

"My saber is a gift from an unsent, my teacher. It keeps me immune to certain attacks as it acts like a barrier of death that can take no damage." I explained.

"You mean your sword's a zombie?"

"…" Did they really think I was that dense in Zanarkand? "No, it's unsent. Think of it like a pile of pyreflies that look like a sword and can cut things like it was a sword. I'll explain later. Just get everybody out of here."

With that said, I charged at Anima, deflecting shots of Pain every now and then. Soon, I drew near enough to actually climb onto the immense demon.

"Impressive, phantom swordsman. Your skills are truly marvelous, as I was told it would be. However, it won't save you nor anyone else from my wrath." Seymour assured.

"I won't fail again." I muttered under my breath, stabbing Anima in the neck once I climbed atop it.

The Aeon faltered and dissipated, the two of us landing neatly on the ground and immediately staring holes into one another. He raised his hands, readying his spells to counter my blade that I already had at my side, awaiting his attack. Instead, he grinned and stood straight, starting to back away.

"We will have yet to duel again, blitzer. When next we meet, you will return to the ash from whence you came back into being. That is a promise. Farewell." He stated smoothly, quickly casting a Fire spell at the ground and vanishing after the smoke cleared.

"Yes, we will…"

For the rest of the day, we discussed what to do about the resurrected Maester. Most signs pointed to having a connection to me. As much as I disliked the thought of our revival being two intertwined events, I knew it was the only logical conclusion. Two dead people don't return to the realm of the living at random, after all. Although, for him, it seemed he knew exactly how he was returned to Spira. I, on the other hand, merely opened my eyes to the warm waters of Besaid after closing them to the fading form of my love, the brilliant light shining upon us both. At last, we came to a means through which we could end Seymour's life once more.

"We have to go to the Farplane and seek out the fayth." Yuna stated forcefully.

"I agree. They must know something we don't and they still owe you for the two times you saved this world." I responded.

"Do we really need to? This episode seems to have a certain someone written all over it." Paine interjected, giving me a sideways glance.

"If you're insinuating that I'd have any remote desire to return Maester Seymour to Spira, you've got another thing coming."

Paine merely huffed at my words, saying in return, "But the two of you have so much in common. You both want to take down Spira and you both need to have your heads checked, after all."

"You seem to be mistaking me for that 'shadow' the fayth told you about." I replied, knowing that, though a part of her believed I was still up to no good, there was also another part of her that knew the me that ruined her life and wanted to end life on Spira was another person all together.

Sooner or later, she gave up that ploy of pegging me as the scapegoat for Seymour's rebirth and the lot of us headed straight for the Farplane Glen. Fayth would have answers. They had to have them. We had no other sources to turn to.

When we arrived, the guado greeted us somewhat distantly. With their dethroned leader returned to them, those who still felt loyalty for the man were given a difficult choice: Resume servitude under their lord or reconsider their options and start anew. In any case, both my twin and I positioned our scabbards at a ready position. If any of those sly and crafty people wanted to try something, I'd make sure they were rewarded with a weight lifted off their shoulders. I was sure my other would do no different. With all the trouble I remembered seeing that Maester cause them, he held a pretty good grudge on those people. It was a safe bet that the Gullwings made it to the Farplane gate with ease.

"Fayth? I must speak with you!" Yuna called out as we all began exploring the home of the dead.

While she went to ask the Bahamut fayth what was going on, I wandered off on my own, losing track of everyone else. I had to get the nagging feeling off my chest: What if my return to Spira, my new lease on life, what if all of it was intertwined with Seymour? Wouldn't that mean that taking him out would also require my death? I couldn't allow myself to die again without finding Lenne. We faded together again, but once more, I awoke in this world alone. I swore to myself I would never allow failure this time. I wanted to make this opportunity count. If my resurrection was nothing more than a freak accident, a malfunction of the Farplane, once it was resolved and Seymour was brought back into the darkness, everything had to be set right. That meant I would have to return to the abyss, as well. I mean, I was fine with it if I had to put things right. I guess, well a part of me relished in the thought of having a brand new chance to live out my days. I… well, I…

Nobody knows who I really am

I never felt this empty before

And if I ever need someone to come along

Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?

Who was that? That voice sounded so familiar. Normally, when song comes into play, it was undoubtedly Lenne's work. However, this time… It didn't seem right. Lenne never had a song like this. And those words weren't her style, either. They were filled with a loneliness I never felt before. Who could it have been?

"Shuyin…" A voice, a different one than that which had created the sorrowful melody.

"…Larea…" I muttered, turning around slowly, "It's you…"

"Surprised? Were you not seeking our help?" She simply stated.

"I thought the Bahamut fayth would have appeared to Yuna by now."

"No, this story needs a new protagonist."

"You can't possibly mean me. After all I've done, you would consider me a protagonist?" I slyly exclaimed, a small grin appearing on my features.

"Yes, though you inflicted insurmountable chaos to this planet, the mind controlling your actions was not your own. I have no place to judge you for the actions of a broken heart."

"I think I should feel honored, but you came here for a purpose and that was to explain how I and Seymour are back from the grave."

"Dreams are meant to be fantasy. They can manifest an infinite amount of possibilities, but regardless, all ambition must end at some point. Only the dream that can end dreams has the power. Seek out the cloud of illusion. There lies the key that will unravel the schemes of history." And with that, my friend vanished, leaving me with a highly confusing message.

"Dreams are meant to be fantasy? Well of course they are! Only the dream that can end dreams… well, that must be talking about the other me." As Rikku told me, he'd been the one to put and end to the dreaming of the fayth in the past. Wait, so we were dealing with another dream of the fayth? Seymour was a dream? Did that make me a dream? Impossible! Both of us were returned as we truly were. Dreams weren't capable of creating such accuracy. Besides, I already had a dream copy and he was not me.

Nobody knows who I really am

Maybe they just don't give a damn

But if I ever need someone to come along

I know you will follow me and keep me strong

It was that song again. I followed the voice along each syllable and it took me to a small ravine, overgrown in purple and pink flowers. Sitting amongst the flower beds was a girl with blonde hair grown down to the middle of her back. Memories of a familiar face hit me and immediately, I knew who had created the music…

"Rikku…" I whispered to the wind, continuing to gaze at her back.

Why? How long have you carried these emotions?

Author's Notes: So, why has Rikku taken such a melancholic song? Is Tidus the key once more? Tune in next chapter for the answers. Maybe...