Yama The White
No destiny, no fate… and no hope yet. The Mother sees only failure!
Warrior
Only failure? When?
Witch
I make my own fate, thank you.
Sorceress
Why does she only see failure? It must be sad for her.
Ranger
Then what do we do?
Huntress
That don’t bode well.
Monk
On the path ahead, or the path behind?
Mercenary
Odds be damned.
Druid
Failure, ye say? Then what chance have {we?}
Yama The White
We try this, we try that, and we fail. You fail. She remembers all.
Warrior
She remembers? Remembers what?
Witch
I’m not going to fail. Trust me on that.
Sorceress
We must defy history. We must succeed.
Ranger
She… remembers?
Huntress
I fail? What can I do differently?
Monk
Is there any hope left?
Mercenary
Job’s the job, though. I won’t give up.
Druid
She remembers… {everything}?
Yama The White
Hope is a tasty worm, crawling on an unknown leaf… Cut down trees, one by one… the worm might still hide, haha! But… the forest grows thin.
Warrior
And the fall of night grows near.
Witch
Oh dear the monkey is getting philosophical. Get me out of here.
Sorceress
And one day, the forest could vanish entirely.
Ranger
I will persevere.
Huntress
I understand.
Monk
We are running out of chances…
Mercenary
Alright mate. Whatever you say.
Druid
Ach! Speak plain, damn ye!
Yama The White
Hah! Yama speak plain as the wind. You cannot hold, but it cuts just the same.