Actually, the fanbase, in my opinion, still has a very solid backbone, especially in the likes of ZeaLitY and his court. If anything, the fanbase has lost a finger or two in this debacle. But tearing out the old corruption, we'll always find ourselves something to inspire our hearts: those, at least, are always free. And whether it be through the course of a new project, or else through compatriot discussions as of old, this community will find itself purpose anew. As a whole, it's got more endurance than Janus and more tenacity than Kid. Bloody hell, if anything, we're the Radical Dreamers! But not today.
But let the mourning be... even Chrono has its sad strains, and its times of lamentation. In time the heroes press forward, but they do sit and weep in their darker hours, when all their long-built plans fall to wreck, and at the reminiscience of things lost. And for us, the dawn is not yet entirely come, and the term of mourning must be passed. That is not weakness nor despair, but the actions of humanity which hold the deepest feeling. The days for action will yet come, but so do these days of darkness. And were not those very days amongst the most beautiful to behold in the games? That is today.
But mark you the morning will come, at some future hour. Oh, I'm certain, all at a sudden there'll be a daybreak. But for now, let us still mourn. Let us still dress ouselves in sackcloth, scattering ashes through our hair; let us pull at our hair and tear at our cheeks with our nails; and let fall our tears; meander along shorelines like the bereft Akhilleus. We will be rearmed. Hephaistos himself will give us weapons from divinity, and we will take a battlefield once more, bright-shining like a heaven-descended star. Then let Hektor flee before the force of our arms! But it is not today.
