The two moments are not so much parallel as they are embodying the same emotion. :3
XLIX.
Doubt
{To dream, or not to dream, don't look back}
"Everyone has lost something precious."
Yuna delivers the Eternal Calm in one speech, her parting words in disguise as Spira's final High Summoner.
Standing in the crowd, hidden among the masses, Baralai gazes upon his holy savior. Freedom makes him a lost man now; without Yevon to hide behind, people have no reason to be kind anymore. Infantile independence eradicates traditional security, and hope pacifies his turmoil, paving the way for character to strive.
"The people and the friends that we have lost..." Her pause speaks volumes, and empathy compels him to reach out to her. "Never forget them."
'Maybe it's better this way...'
"It's better this way."
Yuna closes her eyes to will the illusion away, to pretend she can, no, will live without him.
'I know... you were with me the whole time. I kept thinking you might be, kept hoping... But, you know, I'm not worried anymore. You will always have a place in my heart. We'll always be connected.'
Waiting in the dark, listening for his whistle, Yuna sees her hero emerge in her mind's eye. Sadness recreates the beloved memory; with the future to look forward to, a miracle holds no water in reality. Delirious loyalty yields timid resilience, and anticipation of a new dawn enlightens her, instilling an inevitable sense of renewal.
"I love you." And Yuna walks away, smiling, fortitude strong in her eyes.
