My name is Rikku, and I'm dying. My husband, Gippal, is the king of the Al Bhed nation, and he's the reason. See, in this world of ours, you have to have your husbands permission to do ANYTHING, and in my case, that includes pre-natal medicine and medicine in general. The only freedom a woman gets is when she's on her death bed. So I'm' using that freedom right now.
I do NOT want my daughter, Namine, to go to Gippal. I want Tidus and Yuna to raise her, and keep her hidden from that bastard.
He is NOT the man I fell in love with. He is NOT the man I married.
But he is most certainly the man that got too caught up in politics to even pay attention to me. Even when I tried telling him I was pregnant. Even when I left him messages on his CommSphere, as soon as he saw it was me, he deleted my messages. He simply waved me off and told me 'We can talk later, Rikku.'
Later never came.
And now here I am, days, maybe hours away from dying, and I don't even know if Namine is going to live. The doctors already (illegally) told me that I would NOT live through it. There wasn't even a remote chance of a miracle. I'd done my best to take care of myself; eat the right foods, stay away from dangerous anything, exercise daily, talk-sing-cry to her. . . I wouldn't live longer than a few hours, and that was majorly pushing it. I would suffer through every second of it, if only to be with her a tiny bit longer.
I just wish I could tell Gippal I still love him, even after all the shit he dragged me through.
I love you.
I hate you.
I miss you.
But you won't hurt Namine. I won't let her suffer and die like I did.
So this is good-bye. I'm glad I thought to make a recording of this. Thank... whoever I believe in, that Yuna provided this with me. I'm on Besaid right now, so I'll be right here when I leave. I'd go to Bikanel, but... I just escaped from there.
. . .
Well poopie. I guess it really was hours.