More Questions Than Answers/Plot Details

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===Game Script===
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More Questions Than Answers (pt.1) - Ru'Lude Gardens
Pherimociel: You adventurers are quick to hear the news! 
Lady Esha'ntarl has returned to us!
Pherimociel: The Jeunoan Armada has been authorized to begin an assault on the wyrms!
Pherimociel: We are conducting final flight inspections on all vessels. 
Please keep out of the way and allow the engineers to do their job.
Makki-Chebukki: Waaah! <sniff>
Kukki-Chebukki: Waaah! <snuffle>
Cherukiki: Waaah! <gurgle>
Pherimociel: What a racket. 
Those Tarutaru were punished for their crimes of stealing a warship and flying out of Jeuno.
Pherimociel: They claim they were just following orders, but Lord Nag'molada is also awaiting disciplinary action to be decided by the Armathrwn Society.
Pherimociel: No matter your position, if you break the law...
Pherimociel: Hm? Isn't that lady a friend of yours?
Ulmia: Oh, you three!
Ulmia: Whatever is the matter?
Ulmia: Come now, no more tears. 
Surely things are not that bad?
Cherukiki: We're done for.
Kukki-Chebukki: Our necks are on the chopping block.
Makki-Chebukki: We've gotta get out of here!
Ulmia: Whatever for? 
There are rumors all over town about the brave Tarutaru who saved an important official.
Ulmia: Is there some other terrible failure that you are regretting?
Makki-Chebukki: No, we've done everything right. 
We used the right blend of deceit and betrayal, honey and vinegar...
Kukki-Chebukki: We bribed the townsfolk, and avoided the authorities...
Cherukiki: We've groomed ourselves into the perfect candidates to become bureaucrats of the future...
Prishe: They have to run off because I showed up.
Ulmia: Prishe!?
Prishe: What the hell is wrong with you! 
If you keep this up, I'm gonna start rethinking my plan to put you in charge of Tavnazia.
Prishe: Get yourselves together, or I'm gonna kick you into next Watersday! 
You have a responsibility to look out for Ulmia and everyone else in the marquisate!
Makki-Chebukki: Wh-what?
Prishe: Sorry to fly off without an explanation, Ulmia.
Prishe: And you, Player name. 
Thanks for worrying about me.
Prishe: There's not much time, but I'll tell you what I know. 
Get yourselves to the audience chamber.
Ulmia: Prishe...?
More Questions Than Answers (pt.2) - Ru'Lude Gardens
Esha'ntarl: Hello, Ulmia. 
You've been through quite an ordeal.
Ulmia: C-Cardinal Mildaurion...!?
Ulmia: What is going on...?
Esha'ntarl: I am sorry, Ulmia. 
We don't have time for lengthy explanations.
Esha'ntarl: However, there is one thing that I must tell you.
Esha'ntarl: My true name is Esha'ntarl.
Esha'ntarl: Ten thousand years ago I was born in Al'Taieu, the city that enfolds the fifth mothercrystal.
Esha'ntarl: Nag'molada, and the other members of the Armathrwn Society that now govern Jeuno, are also of an ancient race of people--a race recently awoken from a centuries-long sleep.
Esha'ntarl: But I am different from the others. 
Through an unusual twist of fate, I was granted immortality.
Ulmia: !?
Esha'ntarl: I pledged to use this unending life to bring to fruition the pact made between Selh'teus and the terrestrial avatars.
Esha'ntarl: After the passing of ten thousand years, a child of destiny would be born in the fated land. 
The Keeper of the Apocalypse...the one I have sworn to destroy.
Esha'ntarl: I have spent many years preparing for the coming of the keeper.
Esha'ntarl: It has been an incredibly long journey.
Esha'ntarl: I have traveled to the far reaches of Vana'diel in search of lost secrets...
Esha'ntarl: I have found solace and encouragement in the many encounters I have had along the way...
Esha'ntarl: But then, when I came to a certain place, I was warned:
Esha'ntarl: Destroying the Keeper of the Apocalypse will merely set the darkness free to reincarnate in another body.
Esha'ntarl: To break this cycle, the darkness itself must be obliterated.
Esha'ntarl: It must be erased from the place where all life originates and where all life eventually returns--the mothercrystal.
Esha'ntarl: To fully eradicate the darkness, the Keeper of the Apocalypse must be destroyed not in the form of a human, but in the form of a god.
Esha'ntarl: That is why I conceived a plan to use the Lay of the Immortals to resurrect Promathia.
Ulmia: Resurrection...and destruction...?
Prishe: But that plan eventually failed.
Prishe: At the baptismal ceremony, I...
Prishe: At that time, I was having my strings pulled by the Emptiness inside me.
Prishe: I lived in the Tavnazian Cathedral since the time of my earliest memories, and believed that the Gates of Paradise must be opened.
Prishe: But as my bad luck would have it, the Emptiness inside me reacted to the baptismal vessel and was sealed within this magicite.
Prishe: My world was tipped upside down. 
I was suddenly able to read people's thoughts and, just like Cardinal Mildaurion, I never aged another day.
Ulmia: So that is what happened. 
You were the Keeper of the Apocalypse...
Ulmia: But things are different now. 
You are no longer the one, are you?
Esha'ntarl: ...
Ulmia: Are you saying that nothing has changed? What is to happen to Prishe?
Esha'ntarl: Judging by the actions of Bahamut, the keeper is still among us.
Esha'ntarl: But over the last twenty years I have watched over the lands of Vana'diel, I have seen no other possible incarnations...
Prishe: Bahamut wishes to see me smashed to bits in the form of the Twilight God.
Prishe: It was Diabolos that let me in on my destiny as the Keeper of the Apocalypse.
Prishe: It is my fate to be destroyed along with this magicite, and set adrift from the cycle of the mothercrystal.
Ulmia: No! This is too horrible!
Prishe: Listen to me, Ulmia. 
We've come pretty far in this quest. 
I've already heard four of the verses needed to resurrect the Twilight God.
Prishe: Once we have the last verse, we can finally stand before Bahamut...!
Ulmia: Please, Prishe! 
Do you hear what you are saying!?
Ulmia: How can I let you offer your very existence to Promathia? 
There must be another way...!
Esha'ntarl: Calm youself, Ulmia. 
Prishe will not be coming with us.
Esha'ntarl: The last verse of the "Memoria de la S^tona" no longer exists, and there is no weapon left to battle the Twilight God.
Esha'ntarl: Pitting the full force of Jeuno against the wyrms is our only recourse.
Esha'ntarl: There is no other way to save the children of Altana from extinction.
Prishe: But Miss Mildaurion! What about me?
Wolfgang: Lady Esha'ntarl! 
The Jeunoan Armada is prepared for battle!
Esha'ntarl: I must go. 
Beyond the sea of endless clouds.
Ulmia: Cardinal Mildaurion!
Esha'ntarl: Prishe. Ulmia. 
It is only a matter of time until Jeuno becomes a war zone.
Esha'ntarl: I will prepare an airship for your return to Tavnazia.
Esha'ntarl: Protect that which is most dear to you.
Prishe: Dammit! 
There's no way in hell it's ending this way! 
It's time to put it all on the line!
Ulmia: Prishe!?
Prishe: Player name! 
Ulmia!
Prishe: I know you guys can do it!
Prishe: You're strong enough now to beat the hell out of me when I become Promathia...
Prishe: Listen, there is someone in Selbina who knows the fifth verse. 
Her memory is a little shoddy, though...
Prishe: Find the fifth verse!
Prishe: I need you to do this! 
You hear me!?
Ulmia: I cannot...! 
Prishe, wait!
Louverance: Ulmia, I have heard the entire story.
Prishe: Louverance!?
Louverance: This must be the guidance of Altana. 
The girl with a "shoddy memory" in Selbina is well known to me.
Louverance: And I also happen to possess the means to revive her past. 
Let us be on our way.
More Questions Than Answers - Selbina
Mathilde: Hello? 
How can I help you...?
Ulmia: Your name wouldn't be Emeline, by any chance?
Ulmia: My name is Ulmia. 
We were in the choir together, do you remember...?
Mathilde: ...?
Mathilde: I'm sorry, I don't remember much about my childhood.
Mathilde: But I'm sure you must be mistaken. My name is Mathilde. 
I work here at the Weaver's Guild.
Ulmia: ... 
Yes, you're right. I must be mistaken. 
Please accept my apologies.
Ulmia: You so resemble a girl that used to sing in the choir with me, I just...
Ulmia: You don't happen to have a younger brother, do you?
Mathilde: A younger brother... 
Why, yes, I did have a younger brother, only... 
We were separated in the war.
Mathilde: But I believe he is still out there...somewhere... 
I do hope he is happy...
Ulmia: I am sorry to have brought up this painful subject. 
I'll be on my way...
Louverance: I have one last request for you.
Louverance: There is a certain song that you might know. 
Will you sing it for us?
Mathilde: A...song?
Louverance: I am sure you have this song locked somewhere in your heart. Please try to remember.
Louverance: The Tavnazian Cathedral... 
Cardinal Mildaurion... 
A song known as the "Lay of the Immortals"...
Louverance: The fifth verse...
And so the legend ends...
...began......crystal...
Ulmia: ... 
Was that some kind of spell...?
Louverance: The Mimeo Mirror is a device known by any self-respecting rogue. 
It was finally returned to me.
Louverance: Ulmia, are you able to sing the verse we just heard?
Ulmia: But, I...?
Louverance: You do have a penchant for expecting the worst, dear Ulmia.
Louverance: There may not be a need for that melody at all.
Ulmia: I...!? 
Why would that be?
Louverance: Once Lord Bahamut sees Prishe's magicite, it may be enough to convince him. And...
Louverance: And we would not want to lose the Star of Tavnazia...
Ulmia: ...? 
What do you mean?
Louverance: ... 
There is something I would like to ask Prishe. 
Ulmia, let us meet with her in Jeuno.
Louverance: Player name, please go on ahead to Bastok.