Jote: Your grace, please excuse me for asking, I know that you're tired and weary from your trip to Drake's Head, but I believe that you have something on your chest.
Joshua: Oh, do not mind that Jote. It's just a bruise.
Jote: [concerned] were you stuck my lord?
Joshua: [getting dodgey] In a manner of speaking...
Joe: [growing suspicious] And what sort of manner would that be, my lord?
Joshua: You know that old god, Ultima, that we've been reading about?
Jote: Yes...
Joshua: Well I might have bumped into him last night.
Jote: Ultima?!
Joshua: Yes, the very same.
Jote: Well, I am at least relieved that you had three other dominants with you.
Joshua: [feigning relief] Yes, absolutely.
Jote: [catching onto him] So the four of you faced Ultima?
Joshua: [has a horrible poker face] Yes... Yes we did.
Jote: What are you not telling me, your grace?
Joshua: Well, Cidolfus Telamon... Um.... Passed.
Jote: [clearly shook] Ultima killed Ramuh? So it was just three of you against a god?
Joshua: Well... Torgal was there too.
Jote: Remind me who Torgal is?
Joshua: He was our puppy! He's really big now, though.
Jote: So it was three dominants, and your large dog, against Ultima?
Joshua: Well-the thing that matters is that we beat him.
Jote: The Lord Marquess and Lady Jill were unconscious, weren't they?
Joshua: ...
Jote: YOUR GRACE?
Joshua: Yes, okay, fine... They were! But Torgal was there.
Jote: [dryly] What an incredible comfort, your grace.
Joshua: I'm still here, aren't I?
Jote: Your grace! You are lucky that you escaped with only a bruise! Please try to be considerate of your safety in the future!
Joshua: Yes... So about the bruise.
Jote: Yes?
Joshua: Well, you know how I can absorb the essence of another creature to heal myself?
Jote: [already afraid of where this is going] Into your heart? Yes.
Joshua: Well, I might have-
Jote: You didn't!
Joshua: I won't lie, Jote, that is exactly what I did.
Jote: [yanks his scarf off and pulls his shirt open, sees the Purple wound starting to split his chest and spread]
Joshua: Oh, hello. AH! Cold hands!
Jote: Your grace this is a god! He wasn't killed when you did it!
Joshua: Nope, doesn't seem that way. In fact, rather than healing me, it hurts... quite a lot, I've healed myself five times already this morning.
Jote: [screaming internally] Alright then, how do we get him out?
Joshua: Get him out? Jote, I must keep him as far away from Clive as possible! If I release him, he'll take Clive! He tried to do so last night!
Jote: But your grace, he's locked inside of you. Won't you need to avoid your brother to keep Clive out of Ultima's reach?
