“Going to this other place…” Fin began hesitantly.
“How does it work?”

Georgius leaned back and sighed heavily. “There is a principle of transfer. When travellers like myself come from that place to this one, there is very little that is lost in the transfer. Because the bodies from that world are typically souls surrounded by matter. The matter remains consistent, as does the soul.

“And when it’s the other way around?” Lad questioned.

“When it’s the other way around and you move to that world, you will have no body and no matter that you can not produce for yourself.”

Fin scratched his chin hesitantly. “Creation is the most taxing application of Aura!”

Georgius nodded. “Correct. Typically, if it happens by accident the denizen from this world will rapidly lose their form to the pull of everything in that realm. Soma is leaked into whatever happens to be around them, empowering that with some Soma. Then… Your soul may too be absorbed or lost if you have nothing to anchor it. In the worst case it is split up among all of the surrounding matter to create very rare material. In the best case… You can inhabit some object or person. There is a lot that is going unsaid, but, the important factor is we have enough energy to send one person quite handily and that one person should be received on the other end by something John has prepared which will allow them to immediately pick up their work on the other side.”

“None of them will be useful help-” John began to speak.

Georgius broke the illusion, sending it back to wherever it was stored. “Sorry…” He leaned forward.
“I would hope you aren’t planning on travelling with intent to do anything to John. He’s our guy on the other side.”

Lad shrugged. “So what if he is or isn’t?”

“Huh?” Georgius looked at him.

“If Fin is or isn’t, you’re giving him the choice. Are you going to decline?” Lad remarked logically.

Georgius grimaced. “I suppose I’ve painted myself into a corner. Do whatever you want… Stay, go, rest.”

Fin looked down in thought. “Feel’s like this world’s revolved around me in some way or another for so long. BUt… I don't want to die. If I could I would just give it over to someone else. What it comes down to is, I don’t want this power anymore. Not really. I never used the power responsibly. At best my existence was a stop-gap and that didn’t even work… I think this is a good plan for a good cause.” You stared at Georgius harshly as he looked to be smiling at the compliment. Fin continued.
“If it’s not solely in your hands.”

“How harsh…” He chuckled.

Djir looked at Fin and in a rather touching way Djir begged. “Don’t die.”

Fin smiled. “I wouldn’t be with you, regardless. So isn’t it all the same?”

Djir smirked. He offered a light shrug that was only suspicious to Marrien and Fin. The two of them exchanged a look with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll live.”

“Seems settled then. I’m going to be met on the other side?” Fin asked.

“With preparations. I doubt there’s a welcome party waiting for you.” Georgius admitted.

“Got it. What about after I’m gone? What about the odyssey and all my people? This is the most important thing.”

“We need to reassess how we do this. I understand your child is growing in Jeane and that is wonderful. It would be a terrible thing if the mother didn’t remember the father. There should be a privileged few who, for the sake of managing and observing the Odyssey from within, retain their memory and their power. Though, I would probably say that it only applies to those who feel strongly about it.”

“I don’t wanna forget.” Djir said quickly.

“Me neither.” Marrien stated strongly.
“Given the choice, I’ll obviously choose not to be blind. More importantly…” She hugged fin from behind.
“I want to remember my charming, handsome son.” She kissed fin on the cheek. He blushed.

“M-mom…”

“I would’ve LOVED to have lived with you having these!” She gushed, touching both his long, fuzzy ears with both hands.
“So soft…” She began to think idly.
“In the next iteration I’ll try to convince Fiona to marry a beastfolk. Fuzzy grandkids!” She squealed girlishly.

Fin looked at Georgius sternly. “Everyone who is related to me in some way gets the choice to remember.”

“Everyone is a bit-” He withered a bit under Fin’s stare.
“Very well. We will figure it out as we go.” He slumped down on the table in front of him.
“Are we ready? Do we need anything else?”

“Let me say one more goodbye to everyone. The mother of my child, especially.” Fin remarked.

“Of course. Do what you like.” Georgius waved Fin off. He left through the door. Djir followed like a lost poppy.

“So… New T-” Georgius began to speak coyly in Lad’s direction.

“Oh fuck off.” Lad stuck out his tongue.

“It’s got to go to someone…” Steph hinted.

Lad leaned back in his chair comfortably. “How is it done normally?”

“Normally those who created the power will select whoever they want for their own reasons… We now have the opportunity to choose for ourselves! Keep the power somewhere we can all control. Your half and our half.” Georgius offered. It was reasonable. He was being balanced in the way that he spoke, giving consideration to both Lad’s side and his side. But something didn’t sit right.

“There’s someone we haven’t heard from yet, right?” Lad began.

“Wait…”

“Someone very important and material to everything we’ve been talking about.”

“Please don’t do something you’ll regret.” Georgius stood up.
“Do not invoke anything!”

“Someone that actually represents the powers that created the Turais. Turais her… Himself? I don’t know what they identify as.” Lad admitted.

Georgius began to look around nervously. “Listen, kid. Words and intent have power! You’re lucky they don’t actually-” He stopped, sweating a bit as two slender hands landed on his shoulders from behind, rapping their fingers before quickly forcing him back down into his seat.

“Don’t what? Is the strength of five Suns and the world itself not enough to do whatever I want when I want?” Standing behind Georgius was a girl with long, flowing blue hair and swirling blue and green eyes. She wore a simple white dress over her slender form, as if she could not be bothered to think of anything else to appear in.
“Just because I choose not to be a tyrant doesn’t mean I can’t be one. Is the fact that angels want ME to join THEM not dawning on you? Hmm? Your face is not filled with enough horror, I think.” She looked up at Lad and Steph and Marrien, winking.
“Just kidding.” She leaned over the back of Georgius’ chair, playing with his blonde hair as he just sat politely with the nervous smile of someone who has been talking smack to a powerful person only to find them immediately behind them.

Lad gulped. “Are you-”

“The world? Yeah.”

“Why are you only appearing now?” Lad questioned with more than a bit of annoyance.

“I’ll answer that question with another question. What do you know about Coronia and Irisia?”

“I mean… Very little.” Lad admitted, glancing around the room. Everyone had roughly the same answer.
“What do we call you?”

“Call me Tura for short.” She demanded.
“Coronia is a sad girl that got to experience all of her children leaving her and plundering her. Irisia is another case. That girl basically decided upon seeing that happening to her big sister that she would guide the direction of her own children.” Tura crossed her fingers.
“Both outcomes intersect. You already know the results.” Tura wrapped one arm around Georgius from behind, almost hugging him. She brought her face close to his.
“A parent… Can not decide everything for their children.” She switched to pulling him into a headlock.
“No matter how INFURIATING their choices are.”

“So… The reason you’re here now is because I asked?” Lad looked at her quizzically.

“Yep. At such an integral time you, my dear-” Tura pointed to Lad.
“Intended very genuinely to volunteer a power that you all have control of, to me… Because I suppose it is mine?”

“It isn’t?”

“As soon as we gave it away, we stopped thinking about controlling it, because down that road is the thinking of Angels. I never thought about taking it back at any point. I love Tintamere, I love Fin. I love all of the wonderful people in between that did not know how special they were; content with subtly improving the world around them” She smiled brightly.
“And I love you, Lad.”

Lad blushed. “M-me?”

“I do… If you want it you can have it.” She offered.

“See? Even the- Ack!” Georgius started choking as a vein appeared on Tura’s forehead and her thin arm tightened around neck.

Lad breathed. “How do you normally do it?”

“Random. Chance.” She winks, flashing a peace sign with her free hand.

“Are you really fine if half stays in here?” Lad tried to confirm.

“I said I already gave up on controlling it so the answer is obviously yes. You all do whatever you like. Sis Terra’s kids are basically my kids at this point so it’s all the same.”

“Just checking.” Lad looked down.
“We’ll do our best to find and guide the next Turais, whoever they are.”

Georgius struggled, pulling Tura’s arm off for just a second. He wheezed. “What are you saying!?”

Tura laughed loudly. “I knew it! I knew you’d say that! My guardians all had about one to five odds that you’d cave and take it. Only Mara believed in you.” The girl grinned warmly.
“So… You want it to be random? You wont regret it?”

“If I regret it or not, does that change wether it’s right or not?”

“Hee hee.” She snapped her fingers.
“It’s a deal. I’m so happy.”

“Uhm… Will we ever be able to talk to you again?” Lad questioned.

Tura looked up in thought. “Maybe. Times are changing. Anything’s possible.” The girl blushed.
“Oh oh… He’s coming back.” She looked around for a place to hide before realising she was a representation, not an actual physical entity.
“Don’t tell him I was here. D-don’t tell him! Got it!?” She disappeared, allowing Georgius to breathe again. He felt his throat hesitantly as Fin and Djir returned.

“What’s with those looks?” Fin asked curiously.

Marien smiled. “My son is loved by the world.”

“Eh? Where’s that coming from?” Fin looked at her strangely.

Djir gave him a smack on the rear. “What’s not to love?”

“Yes yes… Are we ready? I will open the gate… This can only be done once in a while with how much energy we produce at the moment so be grateful and don’t dilly dally.” Georgius advised. He stepped back. Slowly on the other side of the room a swirling gate opened. A sinking of three dimensional space flowing into an infinitesimal point.

“Right.” Fin took a breath. Everyone stood back as he walked towards it.
“I just step through?”

“Yes.” Georgius smiled.
“Whenever you are ready.”

Lad stood back, watching Fin approach the portal nervously. “Hero!” Lad shouted. Fin’s ears perked. He turned to look at Lad.
“Didn’t say this yet… I was told what the world was like before. Thanks for saving MY world for me and my sister.” Lad waved.

Fin let out a little chuckle and nodded. “Of course, Lad. I’m leaving it all to you, now. Take-”

Out of the corner of Lad’s eye Djir rushed forward, brought both of his arms back and slammed them into Georgius’s chest like a hammer. The surprise blow took all the breath out of the traveller and knocked him into the wall of the cabin, cracking it. As he darted forward at an incredible speed Djir grabbed Fin and threw him kicking and screaming over his shoulder. Georgius wheezed.
“N-no… Two is too m-much!”

In response to that Djir turned as he dove into the portal and Cackled with a two fingered salute at those who remained.
“Sounds like you problem. See Ya!”