𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵...

I've heard the voice of the Wood. She says Mjrn is not in the village. Jote, where has she gone?

Why do you ask? The Wood tells us where she has gone. Or... Can you not hear her? You cannot. Your ears are dull from hearing their harsh speech, I think. Viera who have abandoned the Wood are Viera no longer. Mjrn, too, has left her embrace.

And you forsake them in turn?

It is the will of the village. Viera must live always the with wood. So is the Green Word, and so is our law.

We'll let you worry about keeping your laws. Just do us a favor and stay out of our way. We'll find her ourselves.

A magical force of element arose from around Jote, she breathes in, and starts to speak.

Our sister has left the wood and gone west. She wanders warrens among men who hide themselves in clothes of cold iron. Thus to me has the wood spoken.

The Viera may begin as part of the wood, but it is not the only end that we may choose.

The same words I heard fifty years ago.

I was wondering—what Jote said, you know? About how you said the same thing 50 years ago?

Is it you?

Fran blinks, and Mjrn loses her consciousness again.

Manufacted nethicite.

Fran blinks in agreement.

I heard the wood's whispers. Take it. Lente's Tear is a permission.
Pass through the wood and leave, to other places go.

That cannot be all! I saw it when I left the village! Ivalice is changing! How can the Viera stand and do nothing at all!
Ivalice is for the humes. The wood alone is for us.
But that is wrong! How can we just hide here in the trees when all the world outside is on the move! I, too, wish to live freely—to leave this wood!
Do not do this. You must remain away from the Humes. Stay with the wood. Live together with the wood. This is your way.

But Fran—my sister!

I am no longer of you. I have discarded Wood and village. I won my freedom. Yet my past has been cut away forever. No longer can my ears hear the green word. This solitude... You want, Mjrn?
Sister-
No, Mjrn. Only one sister remains to you now. You must forget my existence.
Mjrn drenched in grief, sobs and runs away. Jote approaches Fran.

I am sorry to make you do this.

She goes against the laws of the Wood. I threw down these laws. It is better that I do this. Better I than one who must uphold these laws herself.
Jote nods at her assistance, and they nod in return. Her assistants leave and she stands before Fran alone.

I have a request. Listen to the Wood's voice for me. I fear—I fear she hates.
Jote, again is surrounded by a magical force as she inhales. The breeze blowing her hair. She stops and exhales.

The Wood longs for you—for the child gone under her boughs.

A pleasant lie, that.

Be cautious. The Wood is jealous of the humes who have taken you.
I am as them now, am I not? Good-bye, sister.
She turns and walks away, accompanied by Balthier and Vaan. The rest are waiting for them
With Lente's Tear, they pass through the barrier in the Golmore Jungle.