When Aren opened his eyes again, he was sitting at the table with Karmela once more. The field around them stretched the same as it always did, soft grass, warm light with no clear source, the faint smell of tea drifting on a breeze that never seemed to move anything else. She had her cup in hand and sipped it slowly, in no hurry at all.
"What am I doing back here?" he asked, adjusting in his seat as he looked at her.
"Well, I did say I would reveal a little about your mother once you finally defeated Shadow.
I never thought you would actually be able to do it. If I had known, I wouldn't have needed to go through all the processes I went through in the first place," she said with a smile.
"My mother? Who is she?" he asked. He had always been curious about his true past, and now that the chance was finally here, sitting right across from him, he wasn't about to let it slip away.
