Afterward, Phainon walked over to the apparitions of Aglaea and Tribbie and asked about their wishes.
"A wish?"
Aglaea gazed quietly at Phainon and said calmly:
"For instance... that you change out of those purple and yellow clothes?"
"Apart from that, I have no personal wishes. Re-Creation is my only ideal."
"But if we can weave a new future, I hope Kenis and the Purifiers under her command will never be allowed into it."
"Those vile insects don't deserve to set foot in Okhema again under the banner of 'rule by the people.'"
Phainon looked helplessly at Yan Huan.
"This... young lady? The way she talks sends a chill down my spine..."
"Can't blame her. Those mortals nearly killed her," Yan Huan explained to Phainon.
"Though your taste in clothes really is something else."
"Is it?" Phainon looked down at his purple tunic and yellow-orange trousers. He saw nothing wrong with them.
"They're fine, aren't they? Don't you think they're bright?"
Aglaea then turned to Tribbie.
"Master, why don't you tell him your wish too?"
Tribbie smiled at Phainon.
"Xiao Bai, even now, you're still asking about 'our' wishes?"
"I want to reunite with the rest of 'us' who said goodbye before me, in the sea of flowers at the end of the west wind."
Then she turned to Aglaea.
"And Aya, I want to see you truly break free of the cocoon you spun from golden thread. I want you to smile at 'us' again, like the bright-eyed girl in a white dress who once stood before the temple in Januspolis."
"Lastly, I hope that all who have lost their way will stop wandering, and that bright songs of prayer will take their place."
"Are 'our' wishes a little greedy?"
"Think of it as me speaking for Trianne and