He wasn't answering, he wasn't talking.Final Fantasy 15 (or Final Fantasy XV) has been a long time coming. He had been having one of his melancholy spells, had snapped out of it one day and ridden off.
Later, though, when I had asked after him, no one had any idea as to his whereabouts. Brand had still been in Amber when I had departed. I lay stretched out on my bed, smoking and thinking. I closed up shop with that hand and went home. He looked like hell, and he seemed to be chained or tied to something. Then the face rearranged itself and I saw that I was right. The Jack said, "Random." Then its face blurred and it said, "Help me." I began getting a feel of the personality by then, but it was weak. And there I was, staring at the Jack of Diamonds again, with the guy across from me not knowing whether to be mad at my long distraction or concerned that I might be having some sort of sick spell. Some sort of watch-thing, it seemed - too bright for me to make out its outline, to guess its proper size. And I remembered the presence coiled about the base of that tower. Brand there in some sort of tower - a small point of stability in that flowing scene. Rocks that glided like sailboats across the land. It was far from Amber, somewhere where the shadows go mad. Then I saw the landscape - over his shoulder, out a window, over a battlement, I can't be sure. "Not the ones in charge of memory, I hope." Finding out where he was seemed of first importance. I did not ask him how he was managing it without my Trump. I've exhausted my little gray cells, then." You will have to come the long way around." He had called me, and it was quite possible that I would be cutting his throat by letting anyone back in Amber in on the fact that he had gotten the message out. So I suppressed my impulse to yell for reinforcements. "Not bad," I said, "but I can't spare any more brothers at the moment. And if he did call Dad, he would look like a weakling.
It occurred to me then that maybe one or more of the others had been responsible for his circumstances. Drawing back the drapes, he stared out for a time.
He got to his feet, stepped over the room's other occupant, and made his way to the window. "Forget it, Random The reframing is out, too." I wanted to be an irresponsible nonentity and just enjoy myself. That can get either boring or difficult fairly quickly, depending on how responsible you want to be. This time, I was not looking for a place where I would be especially important. It was a long ride - I will not bore you with the details - and it was pretty far from Amber, as such things go. "Plenty of noble Amberites around with possible motives.
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