Vera: Geiravor

It's you? You must've really outdone yourself if they dare put you with me.

Since Kurono so generously "shared" the info on this frame with Babylonia, we can take care of all the maintenance right here from now on.

This honor shall be yours.

Just a few more modules added to the base... Hm, a life-ease module? Did you request this?

This frame doesn't need any special combat skills.

Weapons have no eyes. Back off.

Since Kurono so generously "shared" the info on this frame with Babylonia, we can take care of all the maintenance right here from now on.

This honor shall be yours.

Just a few more modules added to the base... Hm, a life-ease module? Did you request this?

This frame doesn't need any special combat skills.

Weapons have no eyes. Back off.

Is this another shabby makeshift team? Hm... not as terrible as I expected.

A wise decision. It's only reasonable to make me the team captain.

Mission complete. As for the remaining time... it's all mine.

Keep it brief when it comes to missions. I don't want to hear anything beyond that.

Let's call demolition and fry the whole place. That'll spice things up.

Keep your comments in your pocket. Here, "Vera" equals right, and anything against me equals wrong, got it?

And after all this time, what progress have you made? Impress me.

"Life" is the most precious thing. To survive, I can do things far beyond your wildest imagination.

The WGAA once organized a "Musical Instrument Pop-Up" trying to get everyone into the artsy vibe... I didn't find it ridiculous. No. In fact, I actually tried learning a few instruments. But the piano was too bulky to lug around, and the bass didn't stand out as much as No 21's howls... Eventually, I went with the tin whistle—simple, portable, and with a penetrating sound.

"A lie is a lie, a zero can't be a hero." But now I find myself wondering—will an imitator of a hero never become a true hero?

All the drinks are sugar-free? As it turns out, you've made progress. You remember my preferences.

After a brief moment of joy, there always comes an enduring void, but pain... oh, that's a whole other beast. It's marrow-deep, ensuring you can relive that rush of adrenaline at any time.

My past life story reads just like your average book: ordinary parents, an ordinary family, ordinary education, a family who looked out for me, tended to my well-being, helped me with my studies... What, too bland for a made-up story? I'll be sure to spice it up with more flair next time.

I may still bear the title of "Death", but it's long lost its edge—just look at the guys around me, all thriving and kicking harder than anyone else... What? No. 21 and Noctis picked another fight with the Hellhounds again?!

Alright, I'll spill it. It's a little... signal you cooked up, our secret calling code. It's nothing special. But I can't stand things being pointless, so I took the liberty... of giving it a meaning. It means... hmm, "I like you."

My life almost burnt to a crisp twice. But just when I was about to turn to ash, someone would step in with a gentle blow. Huff, and just like that, the flames licking at me died out, halting death's embrace.

Twice I drew my blade for you. The first time? Well, let's just say I was nudged toward you by meddling hands. But from the second time onward, I've chosen to be your blade of my own free will.

If you ever find yourself... stranded in the middle of nowhere, unable to hear calls and void of support, what will you do? Well, here's the answer: even if it means crawling your way out, always push one step further. As long as you don't succumb to despair, I'll be there to grab your hand.

...Do I know you from somewhere? No, no names. I don't waste brain space on those.

What's the point of playing nice with everyone? Are you not exhausted from plastering on fake smiles for those shallow bonds?

This sense of familiarity is getting on my nerves.

Allowing a bond to grow too deep? That's a recipe for disaster... What are your thoughts?

Observing Gray Raven is an important task. I'm curious to see how our little Commandant gets along with teammates... Hah, you don't think it's a valuable lesson for Cerberus? Whether we grasp it or not is one thing, but the mindset is another.

Those who always say "I don't care" are the ones who fear being left behind the most. It's a typical misguided expression of love—obsessing over what they stand to lose.

Cutting ties, breaking all those bonds between us... If it leads you to that destination, then it's the right move to make.

Our paths will cross again, in a better place.

Just leave it there.

All this stuff every single day... I'm seriously getting fed up with that.

You should thank me for tolerating all these trifles from you.

Well, in return, how about I take you to see a real volcano? You know, the kind that spews lava with a good rumble.

We've been taking what we need from each other, which is great. But now, I want all of you. Be prepared to give yourself entirely to me.

I've seen one too many pretentious acts, so it's hard for me to tell whether or not you mean it. I need confirmation. Come here.

I don't dwell on anything, so I never fret about letting go. If a blade snaps, swap it out; if a frame gets trashed, get a new one. If I go haywire and pose a threat to your Mind Beacon, just go ahead and ditch me.

Come closer, I've got a little secret to share. The gift I want most... is right in front of me. You're already mine—nope, no running away.

Be sure to rest while you can. I expect you to be sharp as a tack when duty calls.

F.O.S. College Chief, Gray Raven Commandant, God of M.I.N.D., Pension Devourer... Sorry, but this place isn't a free-for-all. Go find space for yourself elsewhere.

Deep in slumber and utterly defenseless... This marks the prime chance to spirit you away.

Zoning out again, huh? Last time I saw you like this was at that makeshift medic station. You were so sweet and obedient, hanging on my every word. Ah, the good old days... Didn't think you'd turn out to be such a crafty one.

If you keep snoozing, I might just go over to the lounge and give your little note a public reading. Let's see... "Vera allows me to use her first name in private while I'm required to..." Hey, easy there. Be careful, or you'll find your terminal broken on the floor.

Don't go wearing yourself out and collapsing in front of me. It'll only complicate matters that I'd rather not have to explain.

You've piled on too much work for yourself. If you ask nicely, I might entertain the idea of boosting your efficiency. Don't tell No. 21 and Noctis, unless you want to make things even more chaotic.

Tsk... How naive of you to let others walk all over you despite knowing your own worth. Just you wait until they've wrung you dry; they'll toss you aside without a second thought.

A sleep reminder is never a thing in Cerberus. Heh. I usually do this—You got it? Now, go rest, or I'll do the same to you.

I'm still standing. What are you wearing yourself out for?

Huh? Another one? I've run into a bunch of look-alikes in Babylonia today. Just what's the deal with that?

You're finally here. I've made a few tweaks to your room, and well, now it's mine.

I've managed to remember your real name, not some silly nickname.

This spot's quite cozy—almost tempting, I'd say. If I were anyone else, I might find it hard to walk away... What are you expecting? I'm just waiting here for the mission assignment.

"Beneath scars, true feelings lie. Embers smolder, hearts defy..." Just a snippet from a poem that I stumbled upon in my memory data.

I'm not waiting for mission assignments. I'm waiting for you. You, specifically.

What were you dreaming about? Cold sweat and all... What? I ditched you and moved on in some far-off reality? Hahahaha... What a joke. Even if it's an order, playing underhanded is always an option, you know.

Commandant, my Commandant... Testing my boundaries, are we? Come over here.

Since then... it's felt like eons have passed... I tugged at that rope countless times... but you were no longer on the other side. I wanted to leave a mark, but the rain could wash away any note... and your terminal was in pieces. All I could do... was leave words in the ruins... Now, we can finally say it out loud—it's been a long time... really... a very long time.

Testing a Construct's balance, huh? You've got some nerve. Why not try it out yourself? Just don't come crying to me if you end up seeing stars.

Looks like you're better off being tied up.

Ah, I feel so dizzy. I'm going to fall—Hahahaha... I was faking, but thanks for playing along.

Despite seeing me so many times, your curiosity never seems to dwindle... Should I consider you thirsty for knowledge or are you just naughty?

You want to pit your human body against a Construct? Sure, don't hold back, I'll go easy on you, and who knows? You might just best me.

What's the big deal about my hair? It's not like you're a child in need of comfort. How about you beg me instead? I might just snip a bit off and let you play with it.

So that's how our little Commandant spends their days. Truly setting a stellar example, aren't you?

The flames shall reveal the destiny I bestow!

Don't you dare!

Get shredded!

Kneel... before me!

Skulking in the shadows? Delusional!

Ridiculous! Feel the searing flames of your fate!

Tch.

Behold my unsheathed blade!

Brace yourself for the relentless bite of pain.

Oh? You managed to hurt me?

Yes! This is the feeling I crave!

A destiny bound to be severed... Heh.

Oh, are you begging?

Pave the path for me!

Let my flames be your strength.