Reflections in Crystal
This article is about the quest. For the name of the major patch, see patch 5.3.
Reflections in Crystal
- Quest giver
- Ryne
- Location
- The Crystarium (X:11.7, Y:11.2)
- Quest line
- Post-Shadowbringers Main Scenario Quests
- Level
- 80
- Experience
22,440- Gil
4,500- Previous quest
Unto the Morrow- Next quest
- Alisaie's Quest
Empty Promise
Safekeeping - Patch
- 5.3
“Her heart laid bare, Ryne appears to be at peace again.
— In-game description
Rewards
- Unlocks
Steps
- Speak with Beq Lugg in the Ocular.
- Speak with G'raha Tia.
Journal
- Having bade the people of the Crystarium an emotional farewell, the moment has come for your fellow Scions to depart for the Source. Together with Ryne, you make your way to the Ocular, where your friends have gathered for the final time.
- The air is heavy with anticipation as you take your place in the chamber, and you try unsuccessfully not to think about all the things that could go wrong. After a moment's hesitation, you give the signal to proceed, and Beq Lugg commences the ritual, directing the Scions to commit first their memories to the spirit vessels, and then their very souls. The deed duly done, the crystals and their precious contents are entrusted to your safekeeping. All that remains is for you to step into the mirror and see your friends home.
- It is an otherwise ordinary day when you throw open the doors of the Rising Stones and step into its familiar surrounds, but the Twelve know your purpose is anything but ordinary. A few words are enough to convey this fact to Krile and Tataru, who share a tense look before ushering you to the infirmary. The spirit vessels safely in place, you wait with bated breath...and heave a sigh of relief as, one by one, your friends awaken in their own bodies once more. As far as you have come, however, one soul remains to be restored to its rightful home, and thus do you return to the road, bound for the beacon of hope that gleams in the distance...
- Some days later, it is with great jubilation that the Scions welcome a new addition to their ranks: a bright-eyed youth named G'raha Tia. And together with comrades old and new, you set your sights upon the many adventures still to come.
- Though you have reached a momentous malmstone in your journey, the road stretches on to places beyond imagining. Yet whatever may lie ahead, and whatever hardships you may face, you have faith that your experiences in the First will give you the strength to forge ever onward.
Dialogue
Accepting the Quest
Ryne: Well, I suppose it's time. Are you ready, Jack? Ryne: All right. Let's not keep the others waiting.
Speak with Beq Lugg in the Ocular
Beq Lugg: Ah, there you are. I take it you are ready for the journey. Beq Lugg: The spirit vessels are primed, and our company complete. At a word from you, we shall begin.
Upon beginning the soul-imbuing ritual, several cutscenes will play in sequence It is recommended that you set aside sufficient time to view these scenes in their entirety.
Beq Lugg: Very good. I shall distribute the vessels at once. Beq Lugg: All right, then. Pray proceed as instructed, beginning with your memories. Urianger:v The first step is complete. And all appeareth to be in order. Alisaie: Well, that just leaves our souls, then. Alisaie: We're in your hands, Angelo. Beq Lugg: It is done! The vessels have received of both their memories and their souls! Beq Lugg: I hereby entrust them to your care. They belong to you now. Just be sure to guard them well, yes? Ryne: This will work, won't it? Beq Lugg: Our theories have held thus far. Beq Lugg: But I make no promises about what is to come. Even the greatest mages in history knew better than to transport a soul across the rift. We, my dear, are in unknown territory. Beq Lugg: Prepare as we might, we cannot account for all possibilities, and it is in such circumstances that accidents are wont to occur... Beq Lugg: Yet miracles do happen. So let us pray, and will our friends home. Ryne: I won't stop praying until I know they're safe. Beq Lugg: All safely stowed away? I do hope so. Beq Lugg: All that remains, then, is to step into the mirror. Go now...and safe travels. Alisaie: Did it...? Are we...? Thancred: ...We're home. Tataru: Oh! Oh, you're back! You're back! You're all back! Y'shtola: Thank you. My body feels like a sack of popotoes, but otherwise I have never felt better. Y'shtola: That said, I doubt any of us will be fit to travel for some while. May we leave the rest to you? Urianger: The vessel beareth our comrade's blood. With it in thy possession, the way will surely open before thee. Tataru: What!? But you've only just got here! Alphinaud: Tataru, might I trouble you to brew us all a pot of your special tea? Alphinaud: Ah! And we may require an extra cup.
(Voice Over as the Warrior of Light enters the Crystal Tower)
Some days later...
Alphinaud: What is it, Alisaie? Are you all right? Do you still feel under the weather? Alisaie: Physically, I couldn't be better. Thanks to Krile's ministrations, I'm already looking forward to our next fight. Alisaie: But seriously─don't you have anything to say about that? Y'shtola: No less impressive than our garments. You've outdone yourself, Tataru. Tataru: To give credit where it's due, I had help from a certain fiery pixie who visited me in my dreams. They gave me all the information I needed to get the details just right. Tataru: For your weapons, though, I needed a lot more help... Thankfully, our favorite heads of state were happy to place their finest craftsmen at my exclusive disposal. Tataru:v Oh, and speaking of the Alliance leaders, they all express their “unreserved elation at your safe return,” and promise to come and see you in person as soon as they can. Thancred: They really needn't have gone to such trouble─but we'll be keeping these gifts all the same. Do pass on our gratitude. Alisaie: I realize we haven't taken up new martial arts, nor have I ever been one to set much store by appearances... Alisaie: But I can't help feeling a certain lack of...I don't know, personal development. Alphinaud: I quite understand. But as you observed, the others had the more pressing need. Rest assured, our turn will come. Krile: If I expend any more aether, I swear I will blink out of existence. I need a bite to eat. Krile: Tataru, a cup of tea, if you would be so kind. And something sweet. Urianger: By Mistress Krile's exhausted state, may I assume that the ward hath been restored? ???: Indeed. We succeeded in weaving it anew, albeit at a slightly diminished potency than when I had Beq Lugg's assistance. ???: It is no cause for concern, though. The tower is not easily reached, never mind breached. And even should some few succeed, their presence won't escape my notice. Urianger: Excellent. Said duty thus discharged, thou art free to go wheresoever thy fancy taketh thee. Urianger: Upon which note─hast thou perchance come to a decision? The offer remaineth open. ???: Well...if you're certain that's what you... I-I mean, if you think I...
What will you say? * ... * G'raha, really. ◀
G'raha Tia: I accept. Henceforth, I shall count myself a Scion of the Seventh Dawn. G'raha Tia: G'raha Tia, at your service.
G'raha Tia Voice Over When I was a boy, many long years ago, I yearned to stand tall as the heroes of eld. But like a fool seeking to pluck the stars from the heavens, my every attempt to reprise their deeds fell short...
Panicked Son: Help! Somebody help! Panicked Son: Hippogryphs! Hippogryphs on the rampage! A giant flock of 'em! Please, we need help! Alisaie: I could do with a little rampage myself. Alphinaud: What!? Now wait just a─. Here we go again. Y'shtola: I will join the fray when I've finished my tea. Urianger: Thus did the avatar of destruction descend, and in her wake leave naught but tears and ash...
G'raha Tia Voice Over And then, one day, an all but forgotten dream from my youth stood before me, in the flesh. So it was that a new adventure began...
(Cut to Zenos sitting on the throne) Zenos yae Galvus: The memory of a dying world's end, night after night... And I thought it but a tired old dream. White-robed Figure: I say... I knew that securing the palace would provide Your Radiance with depressingly little sport─but that you should fall asleep out of boredom!? White-robed Figure: Splendid! Truly splendid! And my own preparations, you will be pleased to hear, proceed apace. White-robed Figure: Oh yes, they proceed very well indeed. Frighteningly so. And we owe it not least of all to this singularly useful body I chanced to find. White-robed Figure: With the Populares now all but destroyed, it will be the simplest of tasks to discredit their groundless assertions that I met with a grisly end. White-robed Figure: And as the very-much-alive lord of House Brutus, I have a vast fortune at my disposal. White-robed Figure: Ahhh, money, money, money! The great motivator! There is simply no better way to move men─and expedite plans─than with its alluring glint, would you not agree? White-robed Figure: But wait...! Were we not acquainted, you and...“I”? White-robed Figure: Should our familiarity cause you distress, I beg your forgiveness. Zenos yae Galvus: ...What did you say your name was? White-robed Figure: Ahhh, a dagger through my heart! That my deepest desire should forever remain unfulfilled! To live unrecognized! To die forgotten! White-robed Figure: So it goes. Whatever this flesh may have been before, it serves only as a vessel now. Fandaniel: And I, faithful Fandaniel, labor only to advance my lord's ambitions. Fandaniel: Speaking of which, with the palace in our hands, we may now proceed with the next phase of the plan. Fandaniel: But how very odd... Despite all our havoc wreaking, old Elidibus did not deign to appear. Dare I hope...? Fandaniel: That the last of the unsundered...is gone? Fandaniel: Imagine it! Bound no more by the shackles of moldering memories─of damnable duty! Free at last to live for the moment! Fandaniel: Your Radiance. But give the word, and I shall go forth and prepare for you your hunting ground.
G'raha Tia Voice Over That which awaited was a fell beast. Ferocious. Ravenous. Remorseless.
Zenos yae Galvus: ...Do as you will. Zenos yae Galvus: It has been too, too long, my friend...and insufferably dull in your absence. Zenos yae Galvus: When you return to me, you will share everything. Every blow will be a story unto itself. Every triumph. Every kill. Zenos yae Galvus: Rest assured we shall have a fitting stage for our reunion. Zenos yae Galvus: Oh, yes. To reprise that transcendent moment, I will set this world ablaze. And we shall dance before the pyre.
G'raha Tia Voice Over The beast shall kindle the flames of the apocalypse. Into its domain shall the hero set forth, for the final chapter in the tale of this star.
Speak with G'raha Tia
G'raha Tia: Ah, you're back. G'raha Tia: Hm... G'raha Tia: Tell me, Jack. Do you think I was...excessively familiar earlier? In my tone and mannerism? G'raha Tia: I thought it better to be familiar than formal if we are to be comrades. But now I worry that it may have detracted from the gratitude and respect I harbor for everyone. G'raha Tia: Perhaps we might consider it a nod to my regrettably less-than-humble beginnings...? Yes! Yes, that will do! G'raha Tia: <sigh> Being free to live as one pleases is not without its challenges... In a way, it was easier when I had a mission that consumed my every waking moment. It provided me with a focus, a constant push in a singular direction. G'raha Tia: By the way, was casting spells always so draining? I had quite forgotten what it was like to do it without the tower. I've rarely felt so exhausted. Or hungry. G'raha Tia: Yet if all I did was bend the bow, I would be of limited use to you on your adventures. So I shall persevere. G'raha Tia: Whoever I might have been before, I am now a Scion─and an inexperienced Scion at that. A green initiate, eager to learn how best to contribute to the cause... G'raha Tia: ...That he might follow in the footsteps of his inspiration!
Post-Reflections in Crystal Dialogue
Speaking to G'raha Tia in the Rising Stones:
G'raha Tia: I suppose we ought to take stock of the situation. By forestalling the Eighth Umbral Calamity, we have unwritten history. The future now lies beyond my ken.
G'raha Tia: None can say what awaits, but so long as we stand together, I doubt not but that we can overcome all trials. We have always done so, have we not?
What would you like to do?
> Ask him how he fares of late.
G'raha Tia: Do you mean since I reawakened in this body? The hunger being par for the course, I have no complaints. All appears to be well.
G'raha Tia: Though my memories straddle the lives I have lived, there are no contradicting fragments which cause me confusion.
G'raha Tia: Yet by the same token, 'tis a strange feeling to be possessed of my young body again. Even accounting for the crystallization, I do not recall ever being so light and spry.
G'raha Tia: As for my soul, Y'shtola assures me it is similar to yours, [Player's First Name]. That is to say it is somewhat denser than others, but otherwise normal.
G'raha Tia: On the face of it, it appears to make sense, but I couldn't help but consider the differences between your circumstance and mine.
G'raha Tia: You, of course, merged with Ardbert. And as similar as your souls may have been, the fact is you were different people. Thus did your soul gain in density.
G'raha Tia: How you were able to merge is another matter. Given what we know of the soul, that you possessed distinct memories should have rendered the process more complicated. Though I but theorize, perhaps your strong and shared desire to do so made it possible.
G'raha Tia: In contrast, I simply merged with myself. Whatever additional experiences the older me may have had, my fundamental existence remained unchanged. Mind you, that's not to say that I hadn't improved! Far from it!
G'raha Tia: At any rate, when our souls combined, it shouldn't have been a process of augmentation, but rather...shall we say, attunement. It seems somewhat strange that my soul has become denser.
G'raha Tia: Or could this be the result of having undergone another Rejoining? If so, it would serve as proof of a future that many fought and died to prevent. Lest we forget, my friend. Lest we forget...
> Show him your wind-up Mystel.
G'raha Tia: Well, now... I have my suspicions as to what this is about, but would you be so good as to confirm them for me?
G'raha Tia: Aye, just as I thought. They went ahead with it after all.
G'raha Tia: The artisans of the Mean had come to me with a proposal, you see. In celebration of the night's return, they asked how I wished to be commemorated: on a coin, or as an automaton.
G'raha Tia: Neither, I replied...for all the good it did. They knew I would be embarrassed─it makes no difference what name they give it. Yet still they did it...
G'raha Tia: A right stubborn lot, they are...as befits the people of the Crystarium. They shall be just fine without me, and Lyna may rest assured I do not worry for them.
G'raha Tia: Nevertheless, I shall never cease to pray for their happiness.
G'raha Tia: No longer am I a leader of a nation. Whatever power and influence I may have wielded, I left behind as surely as I left my body.
G'raha Tia: But everything I have ever felt and experienced... All of these things and more I have brought with me─you have brought for me.
G'raha Tia: And I shall carry them close to my heart always, unto the end of my days.
> Nothing.