???: My being… A core… With the form of a damned soul… In this state, I am nothing but condemned.
Lune: Condemned?
???: Yes… Condemned to wander aimlessly, as I have been separated from my companions… But I fear… They were the ones who cut me off. I am vulnerable in this state… Will you be the one to deal the final blow?
Lune: Are you a spirit?
???: A spirit? This concept is unfamiliar to me. Could you enlighten me?
Lune: … A spirit could be defined as… the wandering soul of a dead person.
???: Someone… that is dead? Did I die? Since my duty is unknown to me… Pardon me… I may not know the answer to your question, as I do not know the nature of my state.
Lune: Weren’t you killed by Nevrons?
???: Nevrons? Another concept that eludes me…
Lune: …
Maelle: It’s weird that they don’t know about Nevrons.
Lune: It’s possible they died before or during the Fracture. Or perhaps they called Nevrons something else.
???: I must ask… Who are you? Are you perhaps… explorers of some sort? Is this why you sought out this place?
Lune: It’s a complicated story.
???: Please, listen. I yearn for something…
Lune: Yearn for what?
???: I… do not yet know. Beyond the cliff, something is… resonating. In the hopes of remembering the path I must walk… I feel… the answer is near.
Lune: We’ll have to go through the maze.
Maelle: This place is giving me a headache.
Monoco: Me too. Where’s the fighting?
Verso: Great, the door closed again.
Sciel: Spooky.
???: It rings. Something beckons to me… So you have it! It was this material… Will this work? Come closer. Please.
Lune: Are you talking about these wood boards?
???: Do you not see! I am exposed… I have not the means to protect this frail core, so please. Give these to me.
Lune: Sure (Give Wood Boards)
???: This is good. My duty renewed. I’m coming back to life.
Portier: Nobody can touch me now. I thank you. My form is now complete… and my duty restored along with it.
Lune: So you were a Nevron!
Portier: As I said, I am not familiar with this term. For what reason do you call me Nevron?
Lune: You kill humans, trapping their Chroma.
Portier: I see… I am now defined by my duty. Fortunately, I don’t think I am what you call a spirit anymore. Being defined as Nevron feels right.
Lune: Goodbye. Let our path never cross again.