Fye: Dunstan! Dunstan!
E-Sumi-Yan: He is safe, child, thanks to you. That mask you made had a great deal of love in it.
E-Sumi-Yan: And miracles do occur, it would seem.
Khrimm: What...? What happened?
Fye: Khrimm!
Yda: Please tell me you just saw all that, too.
Yda: It wasn't a dream, because I don't dream. Or at least I never remember them if I do.
Yda: Maybe it was a vision. Like the kind the cultists say you see if you eat moogle flesh during a full moon.
Yda: Pinch me, Papalymo. I do believe I may be dead again.
Papalymo: No, this is no great beyond, Yda. It was the past we saw. Twelve be good, it was the past! By some strange power...or someone's.