Forgive me for snapping, Daeva. It's just...

I first met Eninte when I was stationed in Verteron. It was a difficult time, and while I did love her, she became difficult as times grew grim.

I could scarcely leave her side, it seemed. It grew to wear on me, I must admit...and I just needed some time to myself.

Player: "Go on...."

Eninte grew desperate to have me back. She went to see some dreadful Shugo merchant and bought what she thought was a love potion.

The potion, however, was no more an elixir of love than you or I are Asmodian. The instant it passed into her body, she began a terrible transformation from a beautiful woman to a hideous creature, body and mind.

She would fly into fits of rage. The Guardians were called to deal with her, and...they did.

Player: "They killed her?"

Yes. Yet, you show up with her necklace. It's as I feared, then--she hasn't yet returned to the Aether.

When you saw her, she must have been in her Human form. If she truly is a Banshee, though, you will know by visiting her after dark.

Please, I can't face her after all this time. Won't you go and put her to rest?


Player: Accept.

Thank you. This act is not of violence. Rather, it is one of kindness.

Remember, if she truly is a Banshee, you will only know after dark.

Player: "On my way."

Did you bring peace to Eninte? I have thought of little else since you left.

Please, tell me what happened.

Player: "Eninte sleeps."

Thank you, my friend.

You have done a great service.