For Him
"Memories are nice, but that's all they are"
Why did I always tell myself that? I knew all too well it was a lie.
Memories of my father, the way he used to be.
Memories of our Home, destroyed.
Memories of Him fading.
Oh why? Why didn't I ask his name before he left? I guess it didn't matter all that much.
Why didn't I ever say anything?
Because I knew he loved her.
And I didn't want to rock the boat. I wasn't myself. The real me wouldn't care if no one liked what I had to say. Because I had to say it, even if they didn't want to hear it. I spoke the truth, no matter what.
But, when He was around I lied.
I lied about how I felt, why I was always quiet, and the truth about why I saved him.
Because I wanted him for my own.
When he faded he declared his love for her, for Yuna.
And I knew it was never meant to be.
Child of Zanarkand, son of Jecht, I may not know your name, but wherever you are…
E muja oui.
I love you.