How many times have we met? How many times have I talked to you, oh 'Destined One'? It's hard to keep track, now. No, you're working with Black Scorpion, so you're part was holding off the Army of Brass, not stealing the gate to the Beyond, or capturing the great minds. And have we worked together before? I cannot seperate out the history you know from all the sea of what might have been. But I know this moment. You were sent to me by Professor Echo, who told his younger self to send you to me, just as he remembered. That's the problem with time travel. The sense of a story can get confused when the events happen in a different order.

Fourteen thousand years ago, we called it The Tower, but really it was a portal. We of Oranbega sought to build a gateway to the heavens to re-awaken our gods in our time of need, we could not have forseen that it would come to this. When it failed, my mind was opened to every possible moment between then and the future you're racing towards. Soon you will enter the portal and decide fate itself. Lord Recluse has learned of this. He's left his notes nearby, in this chain of events. I'll only learn that you found them too late, of course, and I won't be able to stop you. Not that I want to, I am eager to see a world where i don't know what's going to happen, and would hate to see you destroy it in a war with Arachnos.

Now where did I later learn you found those notes? Ah, yes. I remember that when I learned about it, I was surprised it was on this very island. It would be ironic if I didn't already know what's going to happen. I'll show you where I later learned you went.

Post Mission Debrief: So after you hit that base, alarms went off all over the place. Turns out that those journals you stole belong to Lord Recluse. I'll set up some patsy as the thief, after I copy 'em and get 'em translated by some people I can trust. Hey, I want to see 'em too. But you need to be seen to keep suspicion off you. Fortunately, they're ready to try the portal again.