The Caretaker smiled at this remark, giggling softly, "My, what a cute thing naivety can be... Oh, I wish all of you would stay this way forever, my dear children..." 

	She looked down at Geno with this adoring look for a while before turning back to the others, "But alas, as much as I would like to care for you all until the ends of time, we all have a duty that must be fulfilled. I'm afraid to say that none of you were part of the council, hence your late waking. But that does not mean you are not special." her eyes suddenly dulled as she looked upwards to the darkness of the vessel, "It seems to be a roll fate. Most of the others sleeping now... their memories have fared worse than yours. They probably don't even remember their own names, nor where they are. They would be helpless, truly like babies emerging from cradles. But all of you still have pieces of yourselves. I, and the Oracle, could hear it in your dreams. Which is why I chose you out of them. That alone allows you to do something the others cannot."

Her smile shifted once again, as though wanting to tell them something further, but instead scooted ahead with one last comment on the matter, "But I will not lie, you are not the first either. Others had been chosen too... for this task..." 

	The party was nearing the end of the grand hall now, the foreign presence of light almost blinding to the newly awoken, whom have been accustomed to the dark for so long. Glimmering shapes can be distinguished within the brilliant rays, but nothing short of silhouettes. Daresso gasped at the beauty it created, finding something familiar about this source of light that he cannot put a name to. It felt important to him somehow, and this feeling resided at the back of his mind, as though it tried to swim around in his lost memories. Was this tied in some way to some of them? His feet quickened as he seemed to be reeled toward it, driven by his personal curiosity.

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