No, you have your pattern reader. It'll teach you words a lot better than I could.

No?

Iris. Come on. You're going to bed- hey!

No! Okay! Fine! Just stop using your hair that tickles!

So, what do you want?

Talk? About what?

If you say 'anything', I won't be able to think of something interesting.

A story? A story...

Did I ever tell you about my friend? No? Perfect.

Well, once upon a time, before I met you, and right after I had met Elliot, we came across a small Spirit.

How small? About the size of an apple. Looked a bit like a blue slug and could turn himself and whatever he pleased invisible. He would talk very meekly, and sit on Elliot's shoulder.

Why? Because he was his co-pilot. One of Amestris's children. Y'know, the blue Spirit folk that lived in the Queen's forest. They're all her children, and they're all in line for the throne.

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Oh, I don't remember, it must have been...around four thousand down the line.

Anyway, when we first came to Geverde, he was assigned as Elliot's co-pilot. Elliot would steer and shoot, and he would control the fuel and the speed. Back then, in those biplanes, it was a two-man job.

Bluey would live with us, dine with us, work with us, fight with us, a bit like you.

But there was one problem, he thought he was worthless.

Was that too harsh?

He thought...he didn't have much value. When he was so far down the line for the throne, and he had such a good magic as going completely invisible, it isn't hard to see why he never felt like he worked for his achievements, and that he would never fulfill his life purpose.

But when we met him, we gave him a gift, well I did.

I called him Bluey, and Elliot mocked me for it.

And Bluey, Elliot and I went on to try and save the world.

No, no. That's enough. You've had your fill for tonight, so turn on your pattern reader or go to sleep.

I'll tell you the rest another day. I promise.

Goodnight.