A/N: And now, the end of our conversations! To whoever read this far, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed these.
Written on 30 November, 2009.
In the end, what we found was the same. To say we never saw it coming wouldn't be entirely true.
Snow, as fiercely optimistic and hopeful as he was, trembled at the sight of Fate before him. How something so majestic, fantastical, yet so repulsive devoured one completely as it did him was beyond all imagination.
Vanille couldn't have been lying when she said she saw it before; nevertheless, when it came for her, she was as terrified as anyone else.
Sazh, so giving and exhausted, welcomed what came our way. Dajh wouldn't be alone now, and for him, this was indescribable joy.
Hope told me once that it didn't matter if he could handle it, but that he simply had to, regardless. This was fact for all of us, but I'd be damned if it wasn't jarring to hear it from one so young, yet sounded so similar to yourself.
Fang was irate for the longest time; she knew firsthand what awaited all of us, and it tore her apart.
In the end, I watched all of it play out before me; no longer was I a meagre pet of the fal'Cie.
No longer was Cocoon, nor the ill-fated l'Cie.