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Summary: The question that was asked three times: "To which side do you truly belong, Cecil?"

Rating: K

Warnings: Mild violence

[Dissidia:FF] Purgatorio [Cecil]

"To which side do you truly belong, Cecil?"

The voice was kind, calming, almost holy in its power and softness.

The man in the black armor froze.

It was Cosmos, of course it was Cosmos, it was always Cosmos. She was always watching over them and when he realized this Cecil felt almost a pang of shame that she even had to ask.

He wasn't the Warrior of Light who fought so bravely, so relentlessly, for the light and all it stood for. He wasn't Frioniel who was driven so passionately by some beautiful notion, some dream of peace and solace in the form of a delicate rose. He wasn't them. He wasn't Tina or the Onion Knight or Zidane or Butz or Tidus or-

He just- wasn't them.

Was he indeed with the light? Squall had once asked him just that, in a tone that Cecil tried to convince himself was not berating or suspicion-filled in any way. He had answered immediately, at the time. Of course, of course he was. He almost switched to his paladin form, almost, but didn't want to seem so obvious, so desperate to be believed.

Even Cloud seemed more resolute. He may have been unsure of himself and his purpose but not once did he have darkness in him, Cecil realized. And here I am, Cecil thought bitterly, with more darkness in my heart than the rest of my comrades combined.

He was supposed to have accepted his darkness. He was supposed to have accepted all of himself as a whole. He wasn't- he wasn't supposed to have these lingering doubts.

Cecil thought of his wife. He thought of his child. He thought of his brother. He- Kain.

"To which side do you truly belong, Cecil?"

He couldn't answer.

It had been a harsh journey but here they were. Here they were.

Cecil drew his staff and stood by his fellow warriors, his companions, his friends. His black armored helm covered his eyes but he knew that they were all beside him, all staring forward as he was. Forward into the inferno of death. Forward directly at the great God of Discord.

Chaos.

Cecil took a step forward, keeping his eyes fixed on the demonic deity. He did not falter. He could not, would not-

Chaos saw him take the step forward and snorted, the harsh sound a clashing of swords and the screams of the slain. The God looked him up and down once, briefly, the moment only encompassing himself and Cecil, that one brief moment canceling the existence of all else-

"To what side do you truly belong, Cecil?"

The voice was mocking, booming, death and war and every shred of self-doubt, self-hatred, that Cecil had ever had and

The man in the black armor froze.

And then jumped into the air.

The flash of white was so blinding that the warriors of Cosmos behind him squinted, but only for a second. A brief, meaningless second.

The man in the white armor spoke.

"Purgatorio."

[A/N] Cecil is such a BAMF.

Purgatorio~! Of course I immediately understood why that word was used to describe Mr. Harvey~ Ah, and after reading Dante's Divine Comedy, too. Ahaa.

It's a veryvery short piece of fanfiction~ Sorry! But it was fun to write, and I think I wrote what my intentions were.

Uh and this was in response to a picture on Deviantart. http: / callousvixen . deviantart . com /art/Cecil-Harvey-Purgatoryo-185837580. It's clear what my inspiration was if you see that picture~ It's a very beautiful picture.

And the artist wrote that they wanted some fanfiction based on the art, so I'm happy to make their wish come true~

Alright, so Mr. or Ms. callousvixen, I hope you like it! If you want me to delete anything related to you in this author's note please let me know!

Thank you very much for reading.