There are many individuals in this world that do great deeds, and there always have been, but there are few that go so totally above and beyond what a person of any race should have to do to that we call them heroes. There have been a handful of great heroes, some of whom are compiling this very work, but so very few throughout time simply rose to the crises out of the world's sheer need for them, with nothing really to gain. Sectumsempra was just a boy when the War for Vana'diel first broke out. There was no military, there was no militia; there was simple him and a "motley crew", as he used to refer to it, of people that were expected to kill the familiar faces that now wanted to destroy them.
When he had first come to the Eastern Empire on an airship, he was a timid child that was quickly down the path to having a full emotional breakdown. The second time he came back, he had been on the verge of life and death, and when he recovered he had ended the problems The Eastern Empire of Aht Urhgan had at great personal sacrifice to his own wellbeing, going so far as to push his body to a point where the only thing binding him to his own life was his will to save his old life. He was a man that Aht Urhgan is forever in debt to.
He kept fighting, even when his hope was lost or his will—or various body parts—had been broken. He kept trying to save the world because he felt like no matter how many times that he had been wrong that everyone deserved another chance. He even went so far as to return to the Southern Continent of Olzhirya after being tortured profusely in order to finally show them what they were facing.
He was more than a hero; he was a peacemaker. He had united various races and species without discrimination; he cared not if it was said that Altana made a creature or Promathia did. He parleyed with Beast Men, and forever regretted what he had to do in my own continent because of the profound sin against life he felt he had committed. He was a pure heart in a time where purity was being defiled at every turn.
He had fallen many times, and each time he rose again because he was forced to or because he truly believed that he could not afford to stay down. I am not simply proud to say that I met Sectumsempra, I am absolutely in awe of having met him.
He may have been part of a Strike Team, he may have led an army that I had given him, but the War truly ended by his hands, and his hands alone.
Above all others, he is the one being that I will never be able to forget, for everything. The only regret I have in my life is that the world could do so pitifully little for the one that saved it.