2021-06-12: How Does Revenge Feel?

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  • Cutscene: How Does Revenge Feel?
  • Cast: Pearl
  • Where: Kilika Island, Luca
  • Date: June 12, 2021
  • Summary: Pearl makes herself scarce, after making it through something she never expected to survive.

The first thing she did was flee to the jungles of Kilika overnight, to hide. There was no night ferry to Luca. To her benefit, very few people had known on the island- as far as most knew she was galavanting off for whatever Duchess Alathfar wanted.

And not committing all kinds of heresy.

She didn’t sleep.

When morning came, she cursed herself. Of course the Guard would be searching outgoing passengers. That was fine. She could wait for an opportunity. Minutes later, she saw it.

Whoever wanted the crate of Kilikan fabrics would have to be disappointed.

It was tight in there, and dark, but that was fine. She just sat, and looked at the inside of the crate.

Pearl felt a stirring in her soul.

‘How does revenge feel?’ it asks, but not in so many words.

I’m not sure. She answers truthfully. There was no point trying to hide it. I did not expect to survive it.

She felt the companion of her soul laugh. She almost felt like she could too. Almost. How long had it been?

And then she felt a reminder of her promise, and she nodded. She still had to aid with Sin. How much she could do without a pilgrimage, without guardians, remained to be seen. But she was a Summoner. It was her duty.

As she pressed her back against the inside of the crate she wondered if that’s a life she might have lived. She’d always assumed she’d come from somewhere near Horam, but… Could she have been from Spira?

No. It had to be impossible. If the Spirans were descended from people from Meribia, it made sense that the potential had to be in both continents.Maybe even Filgaians, if it went back far enough.

Still, a part of her wondered who she might have been. She’d never thought like that before. Some novice, resolved to save her world at the cost of her own life? It was still a path to death but…

That’s thinking like a child. A voice rises up in her.I’m a killer. A monster. Like him. Don’t pretend otherwise.

The thought silenced her for the rest of the journey.


When she made it into Luca, she made some changes. She untied her hair, and arranged it to cover her face. She bought clothes in the Lucan style, something that would cover most of her scars while still managing the climate.

She had a meal, her first in nearly 24 hours. It was simple, some sort of creamy seafood rice dish. It was different. Different from the meals she ate as a child, from the strict diet she kept herself on as a cultist, from the meals in the temples.

Pearl thought she might like it.

Finally, she booked herself into an inn, and went to her room. She all but collapsed on the bed. It was soft. Softer than the bunks on the destiny. Softer than the mats she’d slept on as a child.

She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.


For the first time she could remember, Pearl overslept. She had expected it to be fitful. Upsetting. But instead she had just slept a comfortable, dreamless sleep.

She pulled herself out of bed slowly, washed, changed and walked outside to find one of the orbs the Spirans used like Goddess Statues.

She would have to send a message, and hope the recipient was on the islands. It was short, only seven words.

He’s dead.

What do I do now?