AN ~ Hey y'all! Thanks go out again to those of you who are reading this story...I do
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If you want, you can email me at Manda1149a@aol.com to tell me what you think! Alright,
on to the next part...this..is...well...it is not plot beneficial at all! That will come back
into play in chapter 5...anyway, this is just Cloud and Yuna expressing some thoughts on what
the war and losing Aeris/Tidus meant to them. Enjoy!

*MANDA*




Chapter 4: Sacrificing...

A war...A battle...The settling of business... The final act of
defiance... Life in these situation comes down to black and white, you or
him. Sometimes it's him...sometimes it's you. You can't fight for weeks on
end without giving up something. Most of the time, you lose your innocence,
your will to live, your ability to feel; but other times you lose something
much more precious.

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Cloud:

A war cannot be won without sacrificing something. The enemy must
perish, must lose at all costs; yet to conquer them, you too must give up
something.
She died, two and a half years ago, to save billions of people. Her
death prevented the world from being destroyed. She saved so many, yet...she
was our sacrifice.
You go into battle with the mentality that someone may die; you
realize and accept this, or else you will never win. Someone will die before
this war is over; if not today, than tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the
next day. It doesn't matter, but it will happen. She gave up everything to
allow my comrades and I the chance to live freely, without the cloud of
destruction hanging over our heads. She was so strong...and as I watched her
crumple to the ground, her blood flowing, my heart broke and my soul ceased
to exist. I died along with her.

~
Yuna:

His was an unnecessary death. After we won, after life had been
saved, after the planet and it's inhabitants had been declared finally free,
after all of this...after... Fate chose him, I guess. When you are fighting,
especially in a seemingly losing situation, it is expected and generally
known that you will lose someone. We were lucky, no one did. Yet irony it
seems had a strange and twisted plan for him; our leader. He was ripped
away, at the very moment we were supposed to be celebrating.
Then life's path made us pay and suffer for all the wrongs committed
against it. The man who loved and protected my father before me as well as
myself, let his grasp on life disappear. We lost two members of our team on
that awful day, two wonderful people.
Fighting is not easy, you must prepare yourself physically and
mentally, yet, in the end know that the emptiness will surround and enclose
you. I lost the man I loved and in some ways I died with him.