"I was given an artifact," Yotsuyu said flatly. "A mirror, given to the Kojin beast tribe--they are turtle men. With only that, I could do nothing. However, my adopted brother made sure there was a wealth of aether crystals at the Garlean castrum--an outpost. And so it was no great task for me to invoke the mirror and the power within it, and become the goddess of the moon, divinity of night. Tsukuyomi. I had thought to triumph, of course. Reign above Doma as its acting viceroy, cold and uncaring as the moon..."

It was not as if Jecht hadn't seen fragments of that attitude in her. These days, Yotsuyu attempted to temper it, but some of it remained.