...Hello? Elias? It's me, Triffany.

[She's never had to pray to him before, but after experiencing a slow death, she needs something to comfort her.]

Sorry I haven't hung around much at your arcade, my environment is out there far from the city. There's a lost history that's begging to be uncovered, and...I dunno if it's because I don't know what else I can or, or if because I think it can change life in Ryslig, but it feels important to learn where we came from before we move onto the future.

Can you even leave the arcade? Have you ever been out in the mountains?

[Thinking of Elias as a bound god makes him all the more pathetic, in a good way. A god of the indoors, a god of technology, stripped of his humanity.]

I just...wanted to ask a few things, about what you heard regarding the Day and Night gods. There's so much decayed remains of their religious artwork, that I can't help but wonder if their stories somehow survived to reach your ears.

What I mean to say is...humans here only have memories of life under the Fog. But you're not like most humans.