"I'm not completely sure on the details, comrade." The admission is as frank as one might, say, admit that one is out of tea. Jean opens the door to a cozy seaside cottage, where they begin bustling about making coffee. Almost all of the space is Zelda's, decorated in warm pastels, but there's a writing desk near the wall in the living room that forms the centerpiece of Jean's workspace. The walls around it are absolutely coated in pencil sketches; animals, plants, people, landscapes, all done in exhaustive detail. The window near the desk is papered over with drawings of the Parade Day massacre, colored here and there with a rusty red like old blood.

"Something got me," Jean continues. "The Library was declared Impuritas Civitas, unwelcome in the City, and I was attacked on a scouting mission after our exile. Never saw it coming...but that was after the Director returned the Light. I was. Not equipped."