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Verso: This is where she lived.
Maelle: Hmm.
Young boy: You are… You are here…
Lune: What is this place?
Young boy: It’s… her home. Here, in this canvas. We used to play here a lot… with the others… But now the one here… She is not her. She will never be. And she knows that.
Lune: Who are you talking about?
Young boy: Everything is always about her… About her painting, her sculpting… Everything has to be perfect, but perfect I have never been. And perfect she is not, the one who is here now. Maybe… Maybe it’s better to forget about all of this… But she is trapped here, behind this door, in her atelier. Forever painting…
Lune: How do we open the door behind you?
Young boy: The colours… Bring back the colour to her paintings. She mocked Aline’s creation, trapped by her own paintings. Her Navrons stole her colours. If you could find them and unpaint them, then maybe… Maybe she will be free.
Young boy: You have conquered your foe, once again… Should I take you back to the plaza?
Lune: We are back here…
Young boy: You… You did it… You can go in her atelier now… But… She might not recognize you, for her soul is long gone. Don’t let her unpaint you. That’s not.. What she would have wanted…
A threatening aura emanates from beyond the door. You attempt to open the door. You push harder. The door shifts ever so slightly. The sensation of danger is magnified. Beyond the door lies a threat unlike anything you’ve felt before. One last time. Do you truly wish to open the door? So be it. The door opens. Brace yourselves.
Verso: It can’t be…
Maelle: Verso…
Verso: Clea… You’re alive? What happened to her?
Maelle: I bet Clea hated Maman’s portrait of her. So she painted over her.
Lune: And now she paints… Nevrons.
Verso: Can you heal her? Can you change her back?
Maelle: I can’t repaint her, Clea’s the only one skilled enough to paint over someone else’s creation.
Verso: I don’t like this…
Lune: This is going to be tough.
Sciel: How is she so strong?
Maelle: She’s Clea’s creation.
Verso: Clea. No, no, no, no, wait…
Maelle: She’s trying to find a way out.
Verso: I’m sorry.
Young boy: Have you… Laid her to rest?
Lune: She did that by herself.
Young boy: Thank you… She… That’s what she wanted. I wish… I wish she would have listened to me. Then she wouldn’t have to make this painting suffer. Painting or not, she had feelings, and a soul. That’s what I think, at least, but I know she thinks differently. For me, everything in this canvas is as much alive as what is outside. Esquie, the Gestrals, the Grandis, even Aline’s paintings. I welcome them all. Painting should be a celebration. Just like music… Thank you for taking care of her. It may not be much, but would you accept a gift from me? A garment we had designed together. I can make only one. Who should have it? Wonderful. Here, have this. Thank you. For everything. Take care of yourself, and of the paintings around you.
Sciel approaches Esquie with something important to discuss.]
Sciel: Esquie?
Esquie: Hm?
Sciel: …
Esquie: Are you troubled, mon amie?
Sciel: When we first met, what did you mean by “my terrible swimmer friend?”
Esquie: Hm? I didn’t say that.
Sciel: I remember it quite clearly.
Esquie: Oh, you mean the second time we met.
Sciel: What?
Esquie: In the caves? Yeah.
Sciel: Sorry, I’m- I’m quite lost.
Esquie: Oh yeah, me too. It’s fun.
Sciel: What do you mean by “second time?”
Esquie: First means number one. Second means number two.
Sciel: Um. Yes, I understand that. So was I- was I swimming the first time we met?
Esquie: Yes, you were. Before you stopped swimming in the middle of the ocean. That’s dangerous!
Sciel: It was you. You saved me. Back then. Wait, but how?
Esquie: I heard your tears.
Sciel: From so far away?
Esquie: I heard you, so I came.
Sciel: Oh, I see.
Esquie: Ohoho.
Sciel: I… uh… Thank you…
Esquie: Tears again. You sure do like to cry.
Sciel: I guess I do.
Esquie: Verso likes crying too.
Sciel: Yes, I know…
Esquie: Hehehe. You were looking for someone then. Did you find them?
Sciel: Um. No. But hopefully soon.
Esquie: Mmm. Yeah. I get sad too, when I lose my stones. But I always find them again. You will find them again too.
Sciel: You’re the best, mon ami.
Sciel and Esquie spend a long time together, as their friendship becomes unbreakable.
Lune: What will you do, when this is all over? I’m having trouble imagining you living a “normal” life in Lumière.
Verso: Yeah, I’m not sure I can live in a city anymore. I don’t know. What about you?
Lune: Well, Since we mere mortals can’t leave this Canvas, Maelle has kindly offered to Paint the outside world for me. So I can see.
Verso: Do you mean…
Lune: A Painting inside this Painting.