They will tell you you are one and you are two. You can choose.

Quest description

Our Closure is a Quest in Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn.

Journal[]

• After sparing a few moments to chat about your extraordinary adventures in the First, Sidurgu informs you that he has come into possession of an anonymous letter addressed to you. Out of respect for your privacy, he has refrained from opening it, and after he takes his leave to chase after a rather annoyed Rielle, you are left alone to read it.

But if you're reading this, then you know how the story goes, don't you? So now comes the choice: hold the crystal close that we may enjoy these moments together. Or put it away and pretend I was never a part of it. That I was never really here.

• "[Player Name],

You'll forgive me for the sudden correspondence, and the secrecy. You helped me, in a way. Once upon a time. It's past time I said as much, and so...here we are. Feels like a lifetime ago, come to think on it. You've been through quite a lot since then─accomplished incredible things. I'd like to think that, in some way, I was a part of your journey... Far from the best, no doubt. But for me and my own journey, I think it safe to say that you've been...well. There's no suitable words to describe it, really. I've done things. Made decisions. Looking back, I can't help but feel more than a little foolish. But such is life, and we have to seize what few opportunities we have for closure...even if it is through the written word and not face–to–face. So wherever you are, I hope you're happy. Still fighting, still adventuring─still doing what you love. Be well.“

The cryptic letter speaks for itself. Perhaps Lunnie, the woman who delivered it to Sidurgu, might be able to shed light on this mystery─or at least help you to go through the motions and put one foot in front of the other. Over and over again. Off you trot.

• Lunnie, it turns out, is none other than the girl you rescued from the clutches of corrupt Temple Knights a lifetime ago. She is not, however, the author of the letter, and explains that she received it from one Ser Patrounade, who stated it was to be delivered to the hero of the Scions. It would seem a visit to the Congregation is in order.

She didn't know, of course. How could she? She's not even sure how many of you there were that day. Are you? But never you mind that. You have a search to continue.

• Ser Patrounade was no more than another link in the chain, having received the letter from Orella of Rhalgr's Reach. He, like you, had been injured at the Ghimlyt Dark, and so he spent some nights there convalescing in her care. If further answers are to be found, it will be at the Barber.

Do you remember Ser Patrounade? I do. Not by name, of course─he didn't have one when the tower fell. That's how these things so often go─you do your bit, only later to fill in the gaps, to piece together the picture in distant hindsight. What will your legacy be tomorrow, and the day after, and in the days after that...?

• After clarifying that you are come not in search of a lost child yet again, Orella explains to you that the letter came with a shipment of medical supplies from Little Ala Mhigo. She can only assume that the author intended for Commander Hext to take charge of it and deliver it to you personally. And so you depart for southern Thanalan to retrace another leg of the letter's journey.

And Orella's just another step in your own journey. Will you remember her? What about the names in her ledger─Conrad Kemp? Meffrid Noward? “Ah, but they were doomed from the first,” a part of you whispers. “Inevitable deaths on the road to a foregone conclusion,” sayeth the hardened heart, in retrospect. You'd be wrong, of course. It never had to be this way. This world is exactly as we choose to make it.

• Gundobald regards you thoughtfully and states that the letter speaks for itself, which is why he agreed to send it on the author's behalf. However, if you are unwilling to let it lie─if you still seek answers and closure, he will not deny you. There is a man at the Red Rooster Stead in lower La Noscea that may be able to help you find a measure of peace.

Now Gundobald, he's seen you at your best and at your worst. He's seen you when you were one and when you were two. He could tell you someone else wrote the letter, if that's what you'd like to believe. It'd be a turn, sure, but we've seen stranger things. Or he could continue to regard you with that same mixture of concern and fear that bubbles to the surface when the topic of us comes up, and say nothing of the sort. And you─you could go to Red Rooster Stead, with the answer of your choosing. See if it's all to your satisfaction.

• The man at the Red Rooster Stead turns out to be yet another figure from your past, a former merchant who bade you retrieve his stolen wares and berated you for the condition in which you returned them to him. Ever since that fateful day, his life has been a succession of failures...until, while going through his meager possessions, he chanced to find a bloodstained package of flower bulbs from once upon a time. Thereafter he resolved to become a botanist and start anew, and as a humble token of his appreciation, long overdue, he offers a flower. But it is not for you.

Another nameless face, now named. Then conniving, now humbled─as well he should be, no? I gave him a right talking to─or you did. Your choice. And after a string of bad luck, he's since turned over a new leaf...and found a flower. Suitable for funerals and farewells. I told you before you know how the story goes, didn't I? Come and see, [Player Name]. Come and see.

• You say a few words, and offer a flower in memory of...a memory. Now go, and don't look back.

It's been a long, strange journey, filled with all kinds of ups and downs. Your journey, to be sure, but like I wrote before, I'd like to pretend I was an important part of it. Vanity, aye─but how can I not think of legacy, now, when we've been to the First and witnessed firsthand the lengths to which man will go to be remembered? I want to believe─I need to believe that this was not for nothing. That I changed you for the better, as you changed me...

• Sidurgu is waiting for you with Rielle in the Forgotten Knight when you return. He asks you what you found, what it was all for, and you reply─

Time to go. I don't know when we'll do this again─if we'll ever do this again. The little trick you've learned doesn't count, you know. But even if this is our end, it won't change what we had. I love you more than you'll ever know. Be well.

Objectives[]

• Read the unsigned letter.
• Show the unsigned letter to Lunnie at the Holy Stables.
• Show the unsigned letter to Ser Patrounade at the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly.
• Show the unsigned letter to Orella at Rhalgr's Reach.
• Show the unsigned letter to Gundobald in Little Ala Mhigo.
• Speak with Godeheard in lower La Noscea.
• With the chat mode in Say, enter “Fray” to call out to your comrade in the Coerthas central highlands.
• Speak with Sidurgu in Foundation.

Script[]

Our Closure script
Sidurgu	Ah, [Player Name]. It so happens I have a letter for you...
Sidurgu	But before we talk about that, mind telling me what you've been getting yourself into lately? You and your Scions, I mean. I've an inkling, perhaps...
Sidurgu	Um...come again? Reflections of the Source? Parallel worlds? Sin eaters!? What in the seven hells are you on about?
Sidurgu	Something tells me this is only going to make any kind of sense if you walk me through it from the beginning, step by step...
Sidurgu	...Right, then. So, to sum up: you were swept up into yet another realm-shaking conflict, were you?
Sidurgu	Well, of course you were. You've an insatiable hunger for it, don't you? And even when you bite off more than you can chew, you refuse to let go.
Sidurgu	What? As if you didn't know! Hells, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I suspected you were a particular blend of impulsive and stubborn.
Sidurgu	Takes a special kind of bastard to become a dark knight─much less a Warrior of Light─don't you think?
Sidurgu	You traveled unto a doomed world and pledged your sword to a futile cause. You fought and you fought and you fought...and in the end, you won the day.
Sidurgu	Though I know it wasn't without loss. Without sacrifice. Victories like that are always bought with blood.
Sidurgu	But you and your comrades paid that price all the same. That faraway land and her people live on because you all were willing to fight to the bitter end─because you were too stubborn to die.
Rielle	...And because of love, I'm sure.
Rielle	Being grim and dark will only get you so far, don't you remember? It's like the moogles─like Ser Ompagne himself said. The flame in the abyss, the love you bear for the ones you hold most dear─that is the source of true strength.
Rielle	[Player Name] could've never made it this far if her/his heart wasn't filled to the brim with love.
Sidurgu	Let's...let's not and say we did, eh? I'm sure that Thancred fellow you mentioned would provide a far more meaningful and interesting response.
Sidurgu	Having to look after the reincarnation of his surrogate daughter is certainly... Though I suppose, on some level, I can relate.
Sidurgu	...What?
Rielle	...I've not once thought of you as my father.
Sidurgu	Well no, I... I mean...we're not even the same race, so of course no one would ever look at us and assume...
Sidurgu	What? If you want to put a label on it, then what would you prefer? “Master and disciple”? “Manservant and noblewoman”?
Rielle	Sid...
Rielle	How about “chocobo's arse” and whatever you damn well like!? Gods you can be daft sometimes...
Sidurgu	Hey! Hey! What did I tell you about calling me that!?
Sidurgu	Children, am I right? Best we give her a moment to cool her head. For now, let's talk about that letter I mentioned earlier.
Sidurgu	It's addressed to you, but who penned it I cannot say. It was delivered to me by a young woman of the Brume─Lunnie, I believe her name was.
Sidurgu	Said she'd seen us with you out and about in Ishgard before, and reckoned that if she left it with us, you'd eventually be around to pick it up.
Sidurgu	Before you ask─no, I have not taken a peek, so its contents remain a complete and utter mystery to me. As for the sender, you'll have to pester Lunnie at the Holy Stables if you want to know more. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an angry girl to mollify.
Letter03221	[Player Name], You'll forgive me for the sudden correspondence, and the secrecy.
Letter03221	You helped me, in a way. Once upon a time. It's past time I said as much, and so...here we are.
Letter03221	Feels like a lifetime ago, come to think on it. You've been through quite a lot since then─accomplished incredible things. I'd like to think that, in some way, I was a part of your journey...
Letter03221	Far from the best, no doubt. But for me and my own journey, I think it safe to say that you've been...well. There's no suitable words to describe it, really.
Letter03221	I've done things. Made decisions. Looking back, I can't help but feel more than a little foolish. But such is life, and we have to seize what few opportunities we have for closure...even if it is through the written word and not face–to–face.
Letter03221	So wherever you are, I hope you're happy. Still fighting, still adventuring─still doing what you love. Be well.
Lunnie	It's you! It's really you! [Player Name], my hero! Honestly, I never thought I'd get to see you again, much less speak with you!
Lunnie	Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't remember me at all, do you? I'm not surprised. All in a day's work, I suppose, saving silly little fools like me...
Lunnie	And it was so long ago when you rescued me from those Temple Knights who were trying to take me away from my grandmother. I still remember it like it was yesterday, though, you swinging that great big sword of yours, bellowing all kinds of terrible threats and sending them running.
Lunnie	I'm sure some might say you overdid it, but thanks to you my grandmother and I never heard from that lot again! And ever since Ser Aymeric and his allies came into power, we've had a lot less of that trouble all over.
Lunnie	But...let me guess. You didn't come all this way just to see me, did you?
Lunnie	The letter, huh? I thought so.
Lunnie	It wasn't me who wrote it, I can tell you that much. I got it from a knight I befriended after tending to his chocobo a couple of times. Ser Patrounade.
Lunnie	He said it was to be delivered to the hero of the Scions─a peerless warrior with a thousand victories to her/his name. After he described your features in detail, it all fell into place, and since I was certain you'd eventually pay a visit to your friends, I offered to take it to them!
Lunnie	Anyway, he's the one you need to talk to if you're after the sender. Maybe check the Congregation? I mean, that's where knights...congregate, I presume?
Lunnie	Looking back, it's all such a blur. The way you stood up to them, the way you moved through them, blade twirling... At times it was as if there were two of you!
Patrounade	Y-You... Ahem! H-How may I be of service to you, Mistress/Master [Player Name]?
Patrounade	The letter! Oh, what a relief it is to see that it arrived unmolested.
Patrounade	It was entrusted to me by Orella of Rhalgr's Reach. After the battle at the Ghimlyt Dark I spent a few nights there, you see...
Patrounade	I can only assume that whoever sent it to the Reach had heard tell of the battle between you and Lord Zenos, and how you had been brought to the Barber.
Patrounade	However, by the time it arrived, you had long since been spirited away to Ishgard. Had Lunnie not recognized you from my stories, I do not know how I might have seen it to your hand...
Patrounade	If you seek the author, mayhap you should pay a visit to the Reach? I know only what I told you, but surely Orella can tell you more. May the Fury watch over and keep you, friend!
Patrounade	To tell you the truth, I had no choice but to remain at the Reach for so long. An old wound that never quite healed, you see. From when Specula Imperatoris fell.
Patrounade	...I'd ask if you remember pulling me from the rubble, but I'm afraid you'll say no. I remember, though. Gods bless you, Mistress/Master [Player Name].
Orella	A pleasure to see you. Lost that long-haired boy of yours again?
Orella	This is about the letter, is it? It came with a shipment of supplies from Little Ala Mhigo, as I recall.
Orella	I can only presume the sender was hoping that Commander Hext would see it to you personally, but I'm not surprised it escaped her notice given the chaos at the Ghimlyt Dark and after.
Orella	It found its way into my medical supplies, and as you well know, I decided to let that Ishgardian knight take charge of its delivery.
Orella	In any event, I advise you to continue your search in Little Ala Mhigo─and if anyone there knows aught of the letter's author, it would be Gundobald.
Orella	I've had to record so many names in the ledger of late. So many friends, dead and buried. All for a good cause, I know, but that doesn't make it any easier.
Gundobald	Well met, [Player Name]. I was not expecting a visit. What brings you to southern Thanalan this evening/day/day/evening?
Gundobald	This letter, you say... And you seek...the author?
Gundobald	If you read it, then you know their heart. What you meant to them─how you changed their life for the better.
Gundobald	It is a feeling I understand all too well...which is why I agreed to send this letter with the supplies for Rhalgr's Reach.
Gundobald	Yet you never were one to let a mystery remain unsolved, were you? You seek answers. Closure. I will not deny you this.
Gundobald	At the Red Rooster Stead in lower La Noscea, you will find a man named Godeheard. Speak with him. Perhaps then you will find a measure of peace.
Gundobald	...There was a time when I feared for you, divided as you were. A woman/man at war against her/his friends and herself/himself. But I can tell that you have since reconciled. That is well.
Godeheard	Oh gods, it's you! But why? Why are you here!?
Godeheard	You...you really don't remember? Any of it? The Qiqirn bandits? A certain merchant who maaay have overstepped his bounds juuust a trifle?
Godeheard	You were a right bloody mess when you returned to the Drydocks with my wares─and I do mean bloody. I say, is none of what I'm telling you ringing a bell? Really?
Godeheard	Not even the part where I refused to thank you and demanded that you pay me restitution for the property you yourself returned to me...?
Godeheard	Well, seeing as I've already confessed it, I may as well reiterate: it was me...
Godeheard	That was just the beginning of my bad luck, as it happens. A string of bad decisions left me in debt to some very unforgiving fellows, and before I knew it they had taken damn near everything I owned.
Godeheard	I was friendless, penniless, hopeless. And let me tell you, running afoul of the Warrior of Light had not done me any favors either! There was a time when I couldn't help but blame you for all my misfortune...
Godeheard	And then, one day, when I was rummaging through my meager possessions, I had an epiphany.
Godeheard	I stumbled upon a package from that shipment you recovered for me that ill-fated day. Flower bulbs─stained with Qiqirn blood, but viable for cultivation. Still brimming with the potential to grow and thrive...
Godeheard	Before I knew it, I was cradling the package to my breast, sobbing and moaning like a mad fool...
Godeheard	...For a fool is exactly what I had been. I had been offered a kindness without let or lien, and instead of thanking this generous hero had spat in her/his face.
Godeheard	So I left that life behind, save for the bulbs I brought with me here. Apprenticed myself to the botanists and resolved to start anew.
Godeheard	And wouldn't you know it, the stubborn little fiends finally bloomed for me. I suppose it's only fitting that you'd show up again that very day.
Godeheard	I've a thousand thousand regrets, but none greater than how I spoke to you. I say this not to beg your forgiveness, but to tell you how you've changed me for the better...and to thank you for the opportunity.
Godeheard	I do have one request, if you are amenable to it. I pray you accept a flower─one of the precious few that has bloomed.
Godeheard	A token of my heartfelt appreciation for my personal savior. Admittedly, this particular breed is perhaps best suited for funerals and farewells...but if you'd rather not keep it for yourself, perhaps there's someone else who might welcome it?
Godeheard	I am so grateful that I finally had the chance to apologize to you. I but wish that the flowers I have to offer you were not the sort primarily associated with mournful occasions...
Fray	Clever, clever, clever. Or are we just playing it by ear? No matter.
Fray	I wanted this, once. More than anything. A chance to speak and be heard...
Fray	But neither of us needs it anymore. And if we were to look deep within ourselves, we would realize that we never did.
Fray	We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are.
Fray	For I speak only for myself. If you find comfort in my words, they are yours for the taking, but that is your choice. Now and ever after, as it has always been.
Fray	"Now comes your part, To cloak yourself in the fiction, To breathe life into the dead, To give a voice to the voiceless...“
Fray	As we did together that day, when you gave us our answer.
Fray	Was it ever mine...?
Rielle	My apologies for storming off earlier. <sigh> You'd think I would be more mature than that, after everything I've been through...
Sidurgu	Welcome back, [Player Name]. As you can see, Rielle and I are getting along swimmingly, so you needn't worry about us in the slightest. Not one bit.
Sidurgu	So─what of that mysterious unsigned letter? Did your grand search for answers lead you anywhere interesting?
Sidurgu	That so...? Well. Glad to hear it, I suppose...
Quest complete.