When Wesley made that vow, he meant it. He vowed to save their lives. Though he pulled through for some, others wished to die. These were the older men and women. They had lived long lives and they wanted to be able to die with their loved ones just beside them. Wesley wept for them. He wept that he couldn’t save them before they became too injured to save. All Wesley could do was say I’m sorry. That was all he could do.

And when the time came bury the dead, he did that. With Hashmaal and Nadeline’s help, WEsley was able to bury each and every last one of them. All thirty men, women, and child that had suffered a terrible death were buried in six rows of five. They ranged form Bangaa to Hume; from Viera to Seeq. Whatever life they had lived before did not matter to Wesley. It didn’t matter if they were rapists or murderers. Wesley saw them as Ivalice’s children who lost their lives because of Zodiark’s doing. They died because of his presence. That was what angered Wesley above all else. 

“[color=fff79a]Sons and Daughters of Ivalice. You have lived your lives to the fullest. Whatever your make. Whatever the direction you took in your life - it brought you satisfaction. But now you prepare for the eternal sleep. Be at peace. You are finally ready to join your ancestors in the heavens above. May the Occuria welcome you with open arms and genuine hearts.[/color]” 

After Wesley uttered that prayer, he rose from his knees, clapping his hands three times, each with a one second gap in-between each. Then he looked to Nadeline. Smiling at her, three tears falling from each eye. He did not have those tears because he was sad. He had these tears because he regretted not being able to save them. But above all, they were tears of pride as a Dalmascan. 

Wesley hoistered his sword around his waist, took what remained of his belongings, and looked ahead. It wasn’t far until they reached Dalmasca, so they better start walking. “[color=fff79a]Shall we?[/color]” Wesley held his arm out to Nadeline.

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“[color=7ea7d8]Master Jaakuna, Empress Reia, and Prince Lorenzo, we have arrived at  The Imperial City of Archadia![/color]” Iris announced.

Jaakuna had already been on his way down. He had made sure that Reia and Lorenzo knew that he had yet to be able to get into contact with Roman. Despite that, he told them to dress to impress. As for Jaakuna himself, he was outfitted in something a little more [url=http://static.zerochan.net/Gunji.full.443367.jpg]presentable[/url]: a suit of red shirt, crimson tie, black jacket and pants, and maroon shoes. His hair was tied up with a single red hairtie. He had his two twin daggers in their black sheaths [i]inside[/i] his jacket. 

He stood just ten paces away from where the Mist Teleportation Station was. He saw Reia and Lorenzo stepping forward. As a man, Jaakuna couldn’t deny that Reia looked stunning. Of course she did. She was Nadeline’s aunt and Lorenzo’s sister. But most of all, she was a Rozarrian. They all were beautiful people. Even the ugly ones had a certain appeal to them. Of course, he had eyes for one, but that didn’t mean Jaakuna couldn’t appreciate an exquisite beauty when he saw one.

“[color=ed1c24]Looks like you both are ready to go.[/color]” Jaakuna commented. He found it best not to verbally comment on Reia, though his eyes would betray him. Surely that would get him heat. 

Well done, Jaakuna. Well done indeed.