-Daellyn shakes its head. It rubs its chin with one long, bony finger, regarding Cloud, then looking at Aeris. What it was thinking about is unclear, and after a while it becomes totally still, its 'eyes' fixed on Cloud.-
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.-Daellyn slowly turns its head.-
Daellyn: Do you find the fact the the dead walk the earth and converse with each other surprising?
Daellyn: Most undead can't. It's the rare ones who retain their personality — either escaped slaves like me, or Liches who killed themselves and raised themselves — that can.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Daellyn: From the blue-hairs near his home, I assume.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Daellyn: As I said. Blue-hairs.
-The Banebow turns to Estelle.-
Daellyn: Is something wrong?
-The Banebow crosses its arms.-
Daellyn: I break the laws, not man-made laws but those of nature, by existing. Yet I go on. It is your choice: Is this Flynn important enough for you? What are you willing to forgo in order to find him?

-Daellyn leans back. Its skull is, as always, unreadable, but the telltale lights in its eye-sockets dim for a moment.-
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Daellyn, to Aeris: Why do you haunt Cloud?