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The Pilgrimage

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I. Fortune

{The best has yet to come, there's still eternity}

Small circles stroke his hands, performing a pseudo palm reading, discovering superficial scars, an array of white lines, and invisible calluses. Yuna sees a painful and happy past, a present full of potential and hope, proceeding without stop to a promising future.

Her ministrations make him smile, his thoughts a little remorseful, as Baralai humors his lady's curious and inquiring stare.

"Well, I wasn't always a bookworm."