Gate of Memoirs/Call to Arms

Forcing yourself to be someone else you're not--even if you were, a long time ago--only ends in disappointment and grief.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Overcome"	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*The static wind moves against all logic as your ghostly, skeletal steed bears you across the dead landscape.
*At Kyria's insistence, you have been recruited into what she calls the Hunt—
*a cavalcade of ghostly knights drawn together by a singular purpose.
*Hraban and Harald ride ahead silently, their forms all the more spectral from when you last saw them in the "memory."
*You close your eyes and try to focus on that other Summoner, the one that fought alongside Kyria.
*You don't recall being able to share your thoughts and experiences in such an intimate way with anyone else, so who was that person?...
*Those visions...almost as if *you* were there.
 	
*Kyria: . 
*Kyria: You've been quiet...
 	
*You turn, and see the woman you *should* know. 
*You do not. And on some level, it scares you.
 	
*Kyria: ... ...
*Kyria: It's all right if you don't remember right now.
 	
*Kyria: In time, you'll recover your radiant self. I'm sure of it.
 	
*You're fairly sure the chill that just went down your spine wasn't from the cold.
*One of the brothers, having banked left moments before, comes back into view.
*As horse and rider swirl forth from white mist, Kyria's expression grows grave, and she holds up one gauntleted hand.
 	
*Kyria: Hold.
 	
*The entire cavalcade comes to a coordinated stop, the synchrony of which reminds you of an eerie march.
 	
*Kyria: Brothers, comrades-in-arms—Hear me!
*Kyria: We have found our quarry.
 	
*The riders stir, ghostly whispers passing over unseen lips.
 	
*Kyria: That little speck of darkness— Do you feel it?
*Kyria: Do you feel it stirring, like a writhing worm?
 	
*The susurrations swell into a low thrum, like the swift tumble of a soul-river.
*You find your gaze drawn downwards, and through the brume you see two figures...
Portrait 	Dialogue
 	
*Darting swiftly from point to point, Giselle splits open small rifts in space, dissipating her less careful pursuers.
*The girl, she noted, hadn't moved from her makeshift den since Giselle first came across her.
 	
*An injury, or merely in repose?...
 	
*Giselle: (But that still doesn't explain why she registers so similarly to ...)
 	
*Eyeing the rest of her phantom combatants, Giselle hesitates on a grave conclusion.
 	
*Giselle: This isn't an Orebi ghost story, is it? Didn't know Revenants came in fun size....
*Giselle: ...What's that noise?
 	
*The riders spread out and surround the area like a pack of wolves.
*Kyria moves forward, inclining her head as she surveys the two figures.
 	
*Giselle seems equally shocked to see you.
*You hold your breath and try not to make eye contact with her just yet; she seems to understand your caution.
 	
*Kyria: You there.
*Kyria: That creature behind you cannot be suffered to exist.
*Kyria: It is an abomination to Light and life itself. And my brothers and I have sworn to eradicate such things.
*Kyria: Be you ally or accomplice? Speak!
 	
*Giselle: Well! That's awfully rude.
*Giselle: My friend wouldn't stand for that now, would they?
 	
*Kyria turns to you, a hint of surprise well-hidden beneath her helm.
*Kyria: Does she speak true?
 	
*You nod, and quickly explain how Giselle is your colleague in an interdimensional study.
*Hypaea was a little harder to clarify, but before you can even search for the right words, you notice Kyria's face.
 	
*Kyria: You...travelled with this creature. Alone.
*Kyria: And I waited for you all this time to come back...
 	
*Fed up, you protest that you know nothing of her quest.
*She is definitely mistaking you for someone else—and what's more, that person is very likely *dead*.
Music: "Nothingness"	Music: "Nothingness"
 	
*Something in Kyria seems to snap just then, and the shift in her eyes does not escape your notice.
 	
*The riders suddenly clamor, weapons and shields rattling like an echo of death.
 	
*Hypaea: ...?!
 	
*Hypaea: ...
 	
*Giselle: (This little thing definitely knows ...)
 	
*Giselle: (...No time to think about that now, though!)
 	
*As the riders close rank and surround the two, you find yourself singled out by Hraban and Harald.
*For the first time, you hear their hollow voices booming though their helmets.
*Hraban: You dare bar our glorious mission in favor of this abomination?!
*Harald: Prepare yourself, traitor...