The room was dark except for a single candle. It was airy, with a parquet floor and pale wood paneling. Tall bookcases held esoteric histories of Eorzea and volumes of baroquely florid romantic poetry. C'kayah Polaali sat on the hideous red velvet sofa, a book balanced in his lap, a cup of wine on the table beside him. He held a crystal vial, ornately cut, with a pale green fluid inside. It shifted as he turned the vial, coating the insides with an oily film.
"My old friend", he purred, watching the way it caught the light. "My old enemy. You and I, our lives are entwined, aren't they?"
He smiled, shaking his head and slipping the vial back into his pocket. Of all the things from his past which he had turned to strengths, this was the one thing he had not been able to overcome. What matter, he thought to himself. Everyone had a weakness.
He reopened the book and began to read.
"My old friend", he purred, watching the way it caught the light. "My old enemy. You and I, our lives are entwined, aren't they?"
He smiled, shaking his head and slipping the vial back into his pocket. Of all the things from his past which he had turned to strengths, this was the one thing he had not been able to overcome. What matter, he thought to himself. Everyone had a weakness.
He reopened the book and began to read.
