A bit of advice from one Ishgardian outcast to another.
>passages of proof
On growing up in Ishgard.
>little more than kin
Alphinaud learns the Warrior of Light isn’t universally beloved.
>in the beaten way of friendship
Alphinaud encounters Lord Hamlet a second time.
>help, angels, make assay
To be forestalled ere we come to fall.
>our sometime sister
Peace brings change to Ishgard, and Claudius looks after his own, however indirectly.
>with witchcraft of his wit
The Warrior of Light takes the youngest Haillenarte to the Gold Saucer.
>with remembrance of ourselves
The Warrior of Light has a conversation with Alisaie about ideals and heresies.
>hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing
Even Warriors of Light need hobbies.
>a vice of kings
Regarding the Warrior of Light and his entanglements in Ishgard.
>in equal scale weighing delight and dole
Francel helps Claudius understand something about Haurchefant, something he should have realized long ago.
>put me in your heart for friend
Claudius remembers when he first fell for Haurchefant.
>for like the hectic in my blood
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, art more engaged!
>no less nobility of love
Claudius and the two children he's managed to adopt.
>even on the pith of life
Guydelot gleans what afflicts Claudius, and draws him unto pleasures.
>gyves to graces
Claudius learns what it is to take up a Dark Knight's legacy, and adopts Fray's people as his own.
>conjunctive to my life and soul
One retainer’s journey.
>crawling between heaven and earth
Alphinaud comes to understand some of the melancholy that hovers over Hamlet, and seeks to soothe it.
>re-speaking earthly thunder
It's harder to grasp your heritage when no one hands it to you. Claudius still finds a piece of it.