Lune: They communicate with a Nevron?
Gustave: The dead here don’t disappear, like in Lumière. Their chroma stays inside their bodies.
Lune: On the beach… some did disappear.
Gustave: He wasn’t a Nevron.
Lune: Something about the way Nevrons kill seems to affect our chroma…
Gustave: Perhaps your friend here can enlighten us.
Jar: Enlighten… Light… I need light…
Gustave: It really does speak.
Lune: What do you mean, light?
Gustave: Did you kill these people?
Jar: I would never plunge others into darkness. I was painted to bring light.
Lune: Painted? By the Paintress?
Jar: Paint-tress? Yes. She painted me. Help me… Find light.
Lune: If we bring it light, perhaps we can learn more…
Gustave: I’m not sure that’s a good idea…
Jar: … your light. Oh, Mistress, I sit in darkness, awaiting your light.
Gustave: You mean the Paintress? What does she want you to do?
Jar: She marked a path that we must walk, but here, I sit in darkness. Without light, I cannot follow her!
Gustave: Follow where? What kind of light?
Jar: A pure light… I must bring forth a flame that lights the path forward.
Gustave: (something flammable, then…?)
Jar: Shine. I need to shine.
Find Resin
Jar: Shine. I need to shine. Do you bring the light? Without light, I cannot follow where she leads.
Gustave: This will help. (Give Resin)
Jar: Ooooh. Gone are the days when I wandered in darkness… Soon, I shall shine! Light it. Help me shine. Make me complete!
Gustave: (A very precise shot, perhaps?)
Jar: Ooooh… This light… Long have I awaited this light. I must join the others… Lead me… Mistress.
Gustave: …
Jar: For the future. Shrouded in darkness.
Gustave: You have to tell us more.
Jar: Will please Mistress. Capture light-… My light… I caught only a glimpse…
Gustave: What was that about…
Jar: I felt my Mistress, guiding me. I could almost hear her… I must have more light… To understand what she asks of me. Shine. I need to shine once more!
Lune: Hmm. What did it mean by “light”? Let’s keep an eye out for other Nevrons like this one. We might learn something.
Jar: Oh, Mistress… I see now… The path I must follow…
Gustave: Well, good luck with that. We’ll be on our way.
Jar: You…! Your light!! Oh, Mistress shall be so pleased!