This is a drabble based on the sending scene from Kilika; I had it in my head to write from the perspective of someone who is not a summoner or a guardian but a regular person who sees Sin and lives with it. It's partly based in the real world, too—now, and in the past, no matter how horrible things seem to be getting, life goes on. (This also marks my first foray in years into the Final Fantasy fandom.)
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There was a Sending here a few weeks ago. Now there's a wedding. It's all the same stuff, pyreflies and ribbon and crowds of people crying, only now they're crying for joy instead of grief. People expect to die at any second. Sin could come and kill us all. People talk about it all the time. But somehow these same people are ignoring it. They're getting married, building houses, starting businesses, having families—behaving like people who expect to live a good long time.
No matter how bad things get, people will still keep doing the same things. People will die and babies will be born. Families will be torn apart and people will get married. Sin will come, summoners will send the dead, and people will laugh and cry and joke and pray.
Things will never change.
But I think that's a good thing. No matter what happens, life goes on. People go on surviving—go on living.
And in that sense I think Sin has already lost and never had a hope of winning at all, and still doesn't, and never will.
This is our last great victory.