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Let's Play Cinders


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I don't think I gave this much thought the first time I played the game, but this time around it occurred to me that the Prince must be really short-staffed. You have the Captain of the Prince's Guard -- a title which would normally entail bodyguard duties -- who's apparently also the acting sheriff for the neighboring town, and he has to do night patrols himself. I mean, they mention in their conversation that there are other guards, so why doesn't he delegate? And now the Prince is offering a job for which he's clearly ill-suited. Is Perrault literally the only guy in the palace that he trusts?

Not to mention, it's hard to spy effectively if everyone knows you're a spy -- unless the idea is that Perrault would continue with his current duties to keep up appearances. The fact that he uses the term Master Spy rather than Spymaster (which connotes someone that runs a network of informants) supports this as a possible interpretation.


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Perrault: Of course.

Cinders: I think you want to serve the Prince more than anything else in the world. You told me yourself that it is everything you ever wanted.

As as for the nature of that service, well, times doe change. Maybe knights of olden times should move to another arena?

Perrault: That's the point, I'm not so sure about my skills as a courtier. I'm not a politician, Cinders.

Cinders: Yes, other people's well-being is much too important for you to be one of those.

Perrault: I don't think I'll be making up my mind yet. This is simply too new.

There's something else too. I always thought about myself as a man of duty and honor.

Cinders: You might've mentioned that in our conversations, yes.

Perrault: That's exactly how important it is-- it was for me.

But now that I am given a new duty, I have trouble accepting it. And I think I know why.

Cinders: You do?

Perrault: But once it's gone, I'm not so good at taking orders from the Prince. It wasn't honor that kept me at his side. It was pleasure. I was doing my duty because I was enjoying it.

Cinders: Which, I'm guessing, is a bad thing?

Perrault: Of course it is! Duty and honor stem from discipline and self-sacrifice, not preference!

Cinders: But doesn't fun make things, well, funnier? [sic]

Perrault: Apparently yes.

Cinders: Besides, you're obviously very good at being one thing: a warrior.

Perrault: This may be true or not. However, I'm sure I'm not good at being a politician. I just don't have what it takes to--

Cinders: Manage to lie all the time?

Perrault: Manipulate others, yes. I was never good at it and I seldom tried. It's just not who I am.

Cinders: I think that condition's called 'moral backbone' and it's only curable with money.

Perrault: I don't care about money!

Cinders: Then I'm afraid you'll have to live with it and hope it won't be terminal.

It may mean only one thing: you are a man of ideals.

Perrault: A man of ideals would accept his Prince's offer without a second word. No, I'm not him.

I'm what you said -- a relic! A knight stuck in his little fantasy world where duty is pleasant and no one is ordered to lie.

I want to follow my code which tells me to obey. But I can't obey because it means I'd have to break another kind of code.

But it may all be just a front, because apparently I only do things for fun

Cinders: Alright, now this is just too much. Stop this right now!

The situation isn't easy but you shouldn't complain about the choice you were given.

Perrault: I wasn't complaining.

Cinders: Yes you were, dear Captain. Even though it is not so bad: you know all you need to know to make up your mind.

On the one hand, you can put your duty first and let go of your morals, or honor as you like to call it. On the other, you can hold true to your values but lose the role which defined you.

Perrault: You said it yourself, it is duty that defines me.

Cinders: Yes, but roles change and the same is true for definitions.

I'd say you put quite the defence of morals, just a minute ago. So I think that your honor, your morals are what really define you.

Perrault: Thank you. For your words. You gave me more than I expected. If does seem clearer now.

Cinders: I'm glad to have helped.

Perrault: Maybe it is indeed time for me to end this kind of living. Perhaps my mission, my family's mission is over.

Maybe I should just live; find myself the right woman and focus on being a good man?



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How about me! Let's cause him even more distress by encouraging him to fall for the person he'd like to have his liege marry.


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Guess it's up to me again. I'm a traditionalist, so I want to show you guys an ending where she ends up with the Prince. That said, if proposing to Perrault led to an immediate ending, I'd show you that before taking the other path. But I checked, and it doesn't. (Whether she *can* have an ending with Perrault is something I'm not sure of without checking a walkthrough.)

Cinders: And with your looks, you'll find the right one in no time.

Perrault: Ha! Thank you for this brazen attempt at flattery. You're very kind.

Cinders: At your service.

Perrault: Thank you, Cinders. This has been very helpful. You listened to me and addressed my doubts, I am grateful.

Cinders: It's been a pleasure.

Perrault: You helped me all you could, and now it's time for me to think about it on my own. Should I escort you back to your residence?

Cinders: Thanks, but that won't be necessary. Since I'm already here, I think I'll go and visit my mother's grave.

Perrault: So... You're just going to go for a little stroll? To the cemetery? You really are something else.

I guess it isn't the first time you snuck out at night, though. Besides, what harm can the dead inflict upon you, right?

Cinders: Exactly.

Perrault: In that case, may I at least accompany you on your way to the cemetery?

Cinders: Of course, why not?

Cinders: It was a while since my last visit. I'm sorry. I've had the most intense week, a bit crazy actually. I feel like my head's so full with thoughts about what's been going on that it will burst any second now.

I met your old friend, Ghede. She told me quite a lot about you. I can't believe how different it was -- you were -- in comparison with what Father used to tell me.

I'm sure you'd know what to do now. Ghede said you were smart and strong.

???: And so are you. It's in your blood.

Cinders: What? Who said that? Where are you?

???: Be calm. We know you. Just like we knew your mother.

We are here to aid you.

Cinders: Alright. If you're so helpful, why don't you show yourself?

???: As you wish.

Cinders: Who are you?

The Fairy: I am the Fairy of the Lake. The one who is praised and feared by souls elated and those of broken spirit.

Cinders: Fairy of the Lake? What?!

The Fairy: You forgot, but we did not. We honor the Concord with your Mother.

You forgot everything that had happened, you forgot your mother's sacrifice.

We have come because you are in need, we have come because we remember.

We offer aid but it has a price. Your mother knew it well -- be careful for it may cost you dearly.

Cinders: Forgive me, but I know nothing about any sacrifices or concords.

The Fairy: Yes, you have lost the knowledge which your mother had. She was always so close to us, so mindful of our presence, our ways.

She also knew about the weight of the Price -- that it is never equal to the weight of aid. It grows with time, it blooms, and is reaped.

She made her sacrifice to bind us and make us watch over you. We are here. We offer aid.

Cinders: What are you saying? That my mother somehow sacrificed herself for me? I really doubt that.

The Fairy: You can play with your doubts as much as you please, as long as your belief in us remains unspoilt.

Cinders: I really can't remember a single situation where a fairy helped me. I never noticed anyone watching me.

The Fairy: So much certainty and yet you speak of memories. You are very young indeed. You believe in certainty where there is only faith.

Your mother's faith made this meeting a reality. Her foresight made this an opportunity. She knew you would need us eventually.



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Sure, let's accept the help of the incomprehensible aliens who just turned up claiming to have been watching us all our lives due to being "bound".

It'll probably be fine.
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