Author Note: Here, we have the beginning of the end; a short series of conversations and studies of a handful of characters chosen as inspiration allowed. Each was written at various times during the past year; some are recent, while others are a few months old at least.
This chapter was written sometime in late September.
The new tale of the Crystal, where the pages of histories played on each other, making histories anew; shining defiance in the face of destiny, with the knowledge that while some things are solid as the Crystals themselves, change can be found in the slightest of winds.
Confabulation; secondly, to replace fact with fantasy in the annals of the mind. If we weren't guilty of this, life would have been more pleasurable before, and comfortable now.
Catharsis; an emotional purging. I spent my youth in such an art, and I lost her at some point. She found that damnable man, and was spirited from me again, so I walk that lonesome path yet another day, searching for the face I tore away so long past.
We were all looking for something different initially, but in the end it was the same:
Snow, for freedom.
Vanille, for forgiveness.
Sazh, for penance.
Hope, for truth.
Fang, for friendship.
And myself, for love.
In the end, we were all the same.