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Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Isle Side
The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down
Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The weather was finally getting warmer, but that wasn't all of it. A strange foul smelling - and fairly toxic - mold had begun growing in some of the classrooms. Thankfully not the ones where people were sleeping but it was still enough to make it unpleasant to remain indoors. Some might blame the growth of the mold on a certain obsessive compulsive cleaner, though others might say that he just discovered it and accidentally gave it access to oxygen and such.
Whichever the reason, sleeping outside for a few days was sounding like a better and better plan with every passing minute. Even the drizzling weather couldn't make the indoors terribly appealing for anyone with a sense of smell.
And it was over night on one such night that the rain was... different. Warmer and a bit tingly. And some people would awaken quite a bit older than when they fell asleep, perhaps. Their memories might have caught up with their age, or might come to them slowly. However it happens, there might be some very confusing moments as those who seemed to be young just a moment before are now... less so.
Gift In Time Gift In Time Nary A Reason Nary A Rhyme Gift In Time!
Weirdly, there was something good to come not long after the rain. In addition to aging some folks up, it also seemed to wash away the worst of the mold, allowing people to return indoors once more. And each of them would find, soon after, in some place that they considered theirs... a small gift. It was rare that positive things happened on the Isle, but perhaps this was a sign of things to come.
Or perhaps even a broken clock is right once in a blue moon...
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"That said, as is the case with many things, keeping Chara from a dark path will be a deed much easier said than done. I expect that having witnessed small glimpses of it without the added influence of this other child's perspective has already gone quite a long way to that end; after that, they wished for nothing more than to return to their adopted family and live peacefully. But for such determination to last, the root cause of its opposite must be addressed, and in large part, for Chara, that seems to be fear, as is the case for many of Eorzea's internal troubles."
"In this dark future, they dealt with this fear by lashing out at anyone and anything in their path until nothing was left and they themselves were twisted by it, becoming a monster in a far truer sense of the word than those they came to know in the Underground. It can, to some degree, be soothed away by a gentle hand and kind words, yet these things are often a poor shield when one must stand on their own. Thus do I plan to institute a program of exercise for them, to increase not only their strength and endurance, but confidence and discipline. One who has confidence in their own ability does not need to resort to desperate or underhanded means in order to achieve power, and with discipline, one learns to judge when and how it is appropriate to use their strength. To become a protector, rather than a destroyer."
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A deep breath. "Still, if there is som other way I can help with Chara, let me know?"
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"Though speaking of Sun, I must also tell you some about the abominable way he was treated by his former masters before his arrival here. How much of it may be relevant to repairing Moon- if any- I don't know, but I feel it's important that you know regardless, if only to better understand him."