And as the song and dance begins

She watched that pillar fall down at Bulge Harbor. They all did. Even those who'd been inattentive to the elegant scourge from above turned eventually, whether or not they knew its true bearing.

Even the terrorists' Blades, most likely. A Flesh Eater. A Blade Eater. They made her uncomfortable, she would admit.

But there Mythra was. Perfect. Infinitely, endlessly powerful.

Brighid was and is terrified. Absolutely so.

But from her fear springs pride, and from her pride springs strength.

How truly lucky she is, to be alive in this age, and to ally with the Aegis of Light...once more.