"Naught but joy fills my heart."

“This morn is that of beauty.”

“Such is the fires that burn. Do you feel it? Ifrit’s rage is endless.”

“This wind... It sings. I wished to be carried to sleep.”

“Would that I could, I would grasp the cloak of life.”

“Sleep... Oh, how I desire you.”

“It has been a most tiring day. I desire sleep.”

“...Must nonsense prevail?”

“It truly is.”

“Merry Christmas. I wish that all will have a joyful day.”

“Must that be so important?”

【 sᴋʏ ᴘɪʀᴀᴛᴇ: ғʀᴀɴ. ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀs. 】 ➵ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ. ➵ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟʟᴀ. ➵ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ➵ ᴏᴄs ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ➵ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ➵ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs. 【#ffrp, #mvrp. 】

“Such a delightful day it is. I pray fortune smiles on me, further. I wish not for the darkness of the scourge, to shadow and ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ.”

“...It has been far too long.”