Years had passed. Time had flown by. They had died, and from the Farplane, they had watched technology progress, watched children grow up, and watched the world die.
Paine wondered where it had all gone wrong. The fault wasn't all Shinra's, who had just intended on the earth's energy being a temporary source of power, until something else could be found. It wasn't all on the people, who had embraced the harvesting with open arms.
Was it the earth's fault, for not stopping them eariler? For not fighting them back, for not defending itself?
Paine didn't know, and that was the worst of it, the not knowing.
Rikku watched the earth revolve day by day, and witnessed the slow loss of her race. The once proud Al-Bhed faded into obscurity, and a new race rose up from the ashes, the Turks.
She saw a little of her people in their eyes, their shared pride, their courage, their passion and loyalty. Rikku smiled at them from the Farplane when they did great things, and mourned when they did something foolish, like helping Shinra's descendants destroy everything.
Somehow, Rikku felt like nothing had really changed at all.
Yuna couldn't bring herself to look at the ruined world that Spira had become, the land of desolation and death. She couldn't face what the world they had saved had been reduced to, and how they had helped it get their.
She could feel Spira crying out in her soul for redemption, for a savior, and prayed for one to come and undo all that they had done.
Yuna needed someone to save the ones who saved the world.
Years had passed. Time had flown by. They had died, and from the Farplane, they had watched technology progress, watched children grow up, and watched the world die.
Don't take this seriously, as it's just a random fic that came into my mind after realising that ShinRa Company from VII mines energy, and Shinra suggested that they start mining energy in X-2.