[If there was one thing Ion was thankful for, it was that at least he had a chance to see Florian one more time after everything returned to normal. It was just as it was every time someone went home -- there was nothing different in how they acted before it happened, nor was there seemingly any special significance to the last time they'd meet. One minute they'd be there, and the next they weren't. And as always, Ion never fully believed it until he saw the near-empty room for himself.]

[It was a sad task, informing the rest of the household so soon after things were shaken up to such a terrifying degree... but it needed to be done. It seemed as though not even having their lives turned about and thrown upside down could stop life from moving on in Luceti. The only thing left was to inform the village, so that Florian's friends would know what happened to him. And Ion knew it was a task only he could do -- if anyone else gave the announcement and later saw Ion walking around, they might get confused... but more than that, it was important to him.]

I realize everyone is still recovering from everything that's happened over these past few days, so I'll keep this brief. Florian... my brother has returned to Auldrant.

[He didn't need some twisted mind control making his believe they were long lost siblings for him to call Florian his brother. He already saw Florian as the little brother he never had -- and he always would.]

Thank you all for being his friend and making him feel so at home here in Luceti. He left behind a number of drawings... I'm sure he would have liked for his friends to take some of them to remember him by.

[It's been a few hours since Dist disappeared from Luceti.]

[Ion had just spoken with him. He couldn't even remember what about... perhaps he was being scolded for sleeping in again? He recalled only his voice: that irritated, sharp tone hiding a layer of concern he didn't want anyone to know was there. But Ion knew Dist cared far more than he'd ever admit. Perhaps even more than he ever realized he could... just how long had it been now since they had become friends? Why, it was almost strange to think of him as a former enemy... they had been friends for longer than that, hadn't they?]

[But people don't remember Luceti when they go home.]

[Holding the journal in his lap, Ion can only stare blankly at the page. He feels... tired. Tired of what, he probably wouldn't be able to say for sure. But even after telling everyone else in the House, he felt he needed to do this... though whether it was for Dist's sake or simply for a sense of closure, he wasn't sure. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and sad. It sounds as though he's barely there.]

...Dist has returned to Auldrant.

[A pause. He felt as though he was only just now accepting that it was true.]

I know he wasn't always the most agreeable person, but I hope those who knew him will remember him fondly nonetheless.


[He won't stick around to chat for long. With that done, he's just going to head out of his room, hoping to take a walk and find some fresh air... only to find himself instead walking out of a closet. Worse yet, it's not a closet in his own home, either. And the sudden change of atmosphere is enough to make him jump, stumble, and crash out onto the floor, potentially bringing down a few coats with him as well.]

[And yet somehow, he finds he doesn't really mind such a ridiculous distraction for once.]