What was she going to do? What did she want to do? She had to give them all an answer soon and Banon was waiting.

'Last ray of hope?' Me? I don't even know who or … what I am.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Terra stopped in the room entrance at seeing Edgar sitting at the small table. "I didn't mean to disturb you."

He looked up smiling. "You are not a disturbance at all! Come join me. I made a small pot of tea, Figaro's finest straight from the royal kitchens."

She took a seat perching on the edge of it. "The Returners have such a thing…?"

"Ah. No I brought it myself." He poured her cup. "Give it a try."

She sipped at it and smiled. "It's really good."

Edgar returned her smile with a bright grin. "Now there's a rare and beautiful sight."

Terra blinked at him then stared into her tea. "Um…"

"I still don't have it, eh? Ah well."

Terra cocked her head at him. "When did you have time to bring tea? Kefka he…" she swallowed at remembering the flames. They were after her. Figaro castle was attacked because of her.

"I always keep some in my pouch. I'm not sure when I started, but handy for situations like these." He frowned. "But my tea habits aren't what's bothering you."

She shook her head. "It's… all of this. I don't know anything. I feel like I'm just being blown from one place to another, from person to person. What on earth can I possibly do for anyone? Everyone is telling me it's up to me. It's my decision." She stared at her hands. "Even I can see the hope when you all look at me. Hope and fear."

50 soldiers. Everything was foggy, but surely she hadn't. That number had to be a lie. Even if it was…

"These hands…"

Edgar leaned forward, his hands cupped around his mug. "I can't say what you did or didn't do. Whatever happened in the Empire is blood on their hands. I can't pretend that magic isn't frightening or awe inspiring. But what I can say is that in the short time I've known you I've seen a warm person." He looked her in the eye. "I don't see a monster."

"I… I…" She bit her lip. "Thank you, Edgar… But I'm afraid. Part of me wants to run away from everything. I don't want to see any of you hurt. I don't want to see the Empire hurt people. I don't know if I can even help or if I even want to!"

Edgar leaned back again looking thoughtful. "I had to make a difficult decision once. It wasn't one I wanted to make at all. I didn't want the choice I made, not for me. I wanted to run away, to leave it all behind. Maybe I could have."

He chuckled. "Maybe I'd be living some small life with a lovely wife in a little village far away. Or a fellow thief to Locke! Er, treasure hunter. Maybe I would have been happier."

"But you didn't run away…"

Edgar sighed. "No. I made the decision. I felt like I had to. A country to run, no easy task…"

"So you were stuck, like me."

"It felt like it. I had a duty to my country and people."

"And my duty…" Terra said hesitantly.

He smiled, "That's the thing. The only duty I see is the one to yourself."

She blinked. "But… my magic."

"None of us have a right to it."

Terra fiddled with her mug before looking at Edgar curiously. She didn't expect any of this from him. A king was a king, holding all the power and riches. They were in command and aloof and… Weren't they? But he didn't seem much like what she thought a king was.

"Are you… unhappy with your choice?"

Edgar leaned on one hand and traced his other around the rim of his cup. "Sometimes I hate it. But, you know those are only times. If I could back and do that decision all over again, I'd make the same choice. I wonder sometimes, what life would be like if I made a different choice, but this where I am, and I'm okay with it."

"My life… my choice…" Terra murmured. "I think I want to walk around a little more. Thank you Edgar. You've given me something to think about. And the tea was delicious!"

"Always my pleasure," Edgar replied warmly.

She stood up and quietly left the room.

I feel I know what I should do. Is it what I want to do? Locke… Edgar… Sabin… A duty to me… If I leave what then? Will I find a life of my own? Will I be happier? If I go with them… can I really help? I don't want to leave them… I… I think I care about them.

If I didn't have this power, would I want to help?

She found herself drifting closer to the cave's exit where she knew Banon stood.

A decision to be made.

Her decision.