Holy night of the holy moon, Nox Nocturnalis, hear us as we unveil our hearts. Many are our griefs... many are the loves we have lost. We give them all to you. Blessed Toamna, guide them, heal their sorrows and their hurts, give them a home free from woe forevermore. For this, we pray, and for the peace of this silver eve to be with us through the coming year.

Gods, Toamna, whoever decides the justice of a soul, please, grant Niya peace. And if... if it is within her, let her find forgiveness. I will never regret anything so much as that moment. Niya, if you can hear me... I'm sorry.

Even worlds apart, our destinies are woven as one. We, all of us, look upon Toamna this night, and we pray, we hope, for a better future, for salvation from ourselves. I know... I know that it is not the province of gods to govern the steps and missteps of mortals, but we are wayward – oh, so wayward. Ryuko had faith in you, before... before. And I choose to give you my faith, now. Guide us, help us, in any way you can. It is a frail, fragile peace we have won – let is be preserved. Let it endure, that those who died to bring it about did not die in vain. That is all I ask.

I have no sentiment to spare the moon, not this night, nor any other. Pale, fickle sovereign of the night, may you rot in your cold loneliness. So many dead, so many slain by my hand, and all for naught. If you would speak to me of destiny, I demand an answer to the blood, to the agony and slaughter. But there will be no answer, this I know. And thus, I must fashion my own.

People of Quesaria -- people of Trisphee-- listen to me. This night does not belong to me. It belongs to us all. Toamna's heart is deep and boundless. It hears every prayer, every wish and hope. So, I ask you, offer them now. Let your souls speak with our divine moon. Share your grief, all the wounds of the war, the memory of all those you have lost. Toamna shall heal it all, if you will only let it. In the name of peace, I ask you, pray with me this night.