(5.2 spoilers) The Defector

[Riastrad]

So hear me out.

We are the defector. We are the fourteenth. We are not Venat. Minfilia/Ryne is. Venat's supporters may just well be the Scions as they were during the time of the Ancients. (The Conversation between Venat and the "Diplomatic" Ancient one reminds me of the conversation between Minfilia and Thancred during the flash back when he took Ryne (then still Minfilia) to the location where the flood was halted.) Venat even places her hand on her chest when speaking. Much like how Minfilia and Ryne do often throughout the story. Yes, I know that last part sounds like a stretch, but stay with me.

During the cutscene after Anyder, Venat and her followers express regret that the Fourteenth left all attempts of communication unanswered. We (The Defector) are Hydaelyn's chosen champion because that is what Venat wanted the Fourteenth to be. As we could not be reached it fell to her to attempt the summoning of Hydaelyn and becoming the Heart. Venat mentions that after doing so that "I shall not vanish from this world. The form I take shall ever remain my choice."

As the Word of the Mother (Hydaelyn calls her a "beloved daughter"), Minfilia retained her image and after parting to the First took the form of flaxen haired, blue eyed girls to forestall the Flood of Light. It would explain why Hydaelyn seemed to have such a close connection to single out Minfilia and Ryne so often and make them Her Oracles of Light. Who better to see your vision to its purpose than yourself?



Select lyrics to "Return to Oblivion" courtesy of the Dev Blog.

Turn the light on
And let her in. Won't you
Turn the light on
Turn the light on
You'll never win 'less you
Turn the light on
Turn the light on
The pain won't end 'till you
Turn the light on
The soul longs for oblivion, oblivion

Falling too far for the fear to embrace me
A voice from the past screaming there is no end (no)
A slave to my fate, ever doomed to repeat this
again and again and again and again (yeah, I'm)

Falling too fast, but the fall will not break me
A voice from the past echoes loud like a drum (oh, yes)
no more goodbyes, I am tired of waiting
Now open my eyes, one last time, Here I come (yeah I come)