The Truth Beckons/Plot Details

===Cutscenes===
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===Game Script===
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The Truth Beckons - Port Jeuno
Joachim: Me apologies, lad/lass.
Joachim: I could've jus' told ye everythin', but there's naught quite like havin' cold, hard reality shoved in yer face.
Joachim: Ye've got a quick head restin' on yer shoulders, so no doubt ye've already pieced it together.
I'm not of this world, but a visitor come from the plane ye've jus' paid visit to. “Abyssea,” we call it.
Joachim: Havin' now seen it with yer own two eyes, it's needless t' tell ye the shoddy state Abyssea's in.
Without so much as a howl of warnin', we were overrun by fell creatures that'd put nightmares t' shame. Whole nations were reduced t' piles of rubble.
Joachim: The once-blue sky turned a blood-red, an' the saviors we'd prayed for were all felled, one after the other.
Those that weren't taken in the first wave of destruction were left t' live in despair, cowerin' in fear if so much as a shadow flickered past.
Joachim: I know full well I've no right to ask this of ye, but I must.
Please help us. We've got no hope left save what we can find in brave souls such as ye.
Joachim: I beg ye, be the glimmer of hope me folk an' I so badly need...
Joachim: Y-ye've no idea what this means to us, Player name! We're forever in yer debt.
Joachim: To help ye help us, it'll be me pleasure t' share all I know.
Joachim: To recap what I've already told ye, the cavernous maws are portals to Abyssea.
But the door won't open unless ye've got one of them traverser stones.
Joachim: That's not their only purpose, mind ye.
Joachim: Besides bein' keys, they also serve as anchors what secure yer essence t' foreign dimensions.
In simpler terms, they allow you t' stay within Abyssea, though not indefinitely. 
Joachim: One's good fer a thirty-minute stay (Earth time), and 3 of them is the most ye can hold at once.
Do the math, and ye'll get the longest stretch of time folk of yer world can stay in Abyssea. 
Joachim: Now, what I'm about to tell ye is deathly crucial, so take it t' heart. Stay anchored in another dimension overlong, an' what was temporary will become permanent. In other words, ye risk losin' fer good the means t' return home.
Joachim: A bunch of me mates an' I are livin', walkin' proof of such a tragedy.
Joachim: But ye can rest assured, fer traverser stones these days are worked with a safety measure. 
At the first sign of trouble it'll catapult ye back home safe an' sound.
Joachim: Well, that's jus' about the beef of it. Come see me whenever ye want a traverser stone, aye?
I might not always have one on hand, though, as it takes a bloody long time--twenty hours, t 'be precise (Earth time)--t' infuse one with energy. Any less an' they're about as useful as skippin' stones.