In Loving Memory:
'From the fiery mist, it arose: Bahamut, terrible in its power. To lay waste on Dalmasca and her people was its purpose.
Slain, the Bahamut set to fall upon the city of Rabanastre, even in death, a destructive power.
Two pirates, brave and noble, rose to the challenge. With their mechanical skill and fearlessness, they conquered Bahamut and flew it into the desert, for the sands to devour.
Its final act of vengance was to take their lives.
Rest in peace, Fran and Balthier.
You are missed.'
"You know, Fran, I don't think it does us justice."
