"You can't just write it," the Curator says. "You must live it!"

The Scribe considers them all as they speak, hoping down from the books and trotting over to them.

"How could you forget?" they ask, looking up at Lambert in particular, who seems baffled by the whole thing. "You've done it before. Let me show you!"

The Scribe then turns into a dual image of Lambert - though, dressed as he had been in Portland. Taking a step back as if to show Lambert something, they reach their hand towards their chest, and produce a sword made of some kind of fiery energy.

"Remember how your will made the power real, shaping it and producing a flaming sword to defend the one you loved?" the Scribe asks, in Lambert's voice.

They raise the magic sword towards the ceiling, striking a gallant pose.