I have once again discovered how deep the level of persecution is in both worlds. And so, here is my opinion on the human side of it. Funny, isn't it, how everything's a laugh for some, while others never forget a single word said to them. This is just my take on a little bit of their feelings.
I hate to do something so short, but oh well.
Done in the point of view of a human living in the flourishing world.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Tales of Symphonia, Namco, or any such thing.
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Save a half-elf, save the world. Funny how we humans make so much of such things. We abuse and kill them for simply being out in the open. Funny thing, eh? How they scream and lash out at us, only to turn around and murder us in return. Hey hey hey, sport. That's not funny anymore. Don't joke about us humans dieing. It's not funny. It's just funny when it's not about us. So cut it out. Let them die. It's not our problem. But don't you ever, ever say something like that again. Why should we die? It's not like that filthy group of half-breeds isn't going to die anyhow. Someday. After their ridiculously long life-spans have completely out-lived anything even remotely human. Because they aren't. Human, that is. Which means they must be something else. And everyone knows that something not human must be inferior, right? I mean... what else could they be? If they're not human, they have to be inferior. Because if something non-human was ever not inferior... Nevermind. Even little children know that nothing can harm us. For we are invincible. Noone can hurt us. We are better than those half-elven scum. Even though they possess our strong will, dedication, drive, and strength, mixed in with elven life-spans, magic, strength of mind, grace, and skills, doesn't mean they are better than us. For we are human. They are only half-breeds.
And yet everything eventually comes down to one conclusion. If one of us, a human, had taken it upon him or herself to show kindness to a little miserable failure of a being, that being may have remembered that act of grace when faced with our 'crimes' against the other spawn in the being's failed pedigree. Not like it would really matter to us, but perhaps one day it would have mattered to that being. Maybe it would have been the one thing that would have changed the 'us' and the 'them' into the 'we' in that being's mind. And perhaps it would have reminded that being when faced with its fellow spawnling's death that there truly is no 'us' versus 'them' in this world. We know this mentality as the 'we' versus the 'its'. Maybe, just maybe, that being wouldn't have learned it, though. Maybe it wouldn't grow to hate us so much that it would kill-No. Half-elven broodlings could never even hope to surpass us in any way. But, perhaps one of us had tried to be kind to it. Perhaps it would have changed the monster's view of us. Not like it really matters. Not like it can even think as highly as we do to feel pain and sorrow.
Where was I? Ah, yes. Save a half-elf, save a world. Who really believes in this stuff nowadays? What a load of absolute crap.
…An elf probably thought of it. Reminds me of another saying, actually.