Every time he swings his sword, and the darkness lashes at him...
The sword swung, cutting down the monster that stood before him- and the man wielding the sword recoiled, the sheer force of the darkness biting into his soul...
Every time he sings a song, tears rolling down his face as he dedicates his music to his lost love...
The song ended, and the enemies turned their attention on each other, ripping through their companions as blood stained the ground- yet the singer stayed still, grieving for the one he once considered his life...
Every time she summons an Eidolon, forced to remember the one who taught her the arts...
She stood back, her companion spirit Whyt casting spell after spell on her behalf- she couldn't help but smile, remembering how proud her mother had been...
Every time he jumps into the fray of battle, dealing out harsh blows in the name of his kingdom...
"I will not lose to the likes of you!" he screamed, dealing kick after kick to the monster before him. In the memory of his fallen companions, he would never falter, never fail...
Every time... they fight for a lonely cause, fighting against those they once considered allies... I pray for them.
She stood, staring out over her companions' battle. Praying was all she could do... it was her only use to them in battle... but it also served as a moment of repose for her...
War... is a harsh reality. None are ever prepared for it, and countless lives are lost... but those that live are more affected as well.
Cecil... he fights with a power he neither understands or believes in.
I pray that he... no, any of them... can escape the darkness of this war...
Before it's too late.