How could you? (Garnet Til Alexandros 17th, Princess of Alexandria)
Mother...how could you? I can't believe all of this. I look back on everything she's done. Attacking Lindblum, descimating Burmecia, fundin the creation of those black mages, helping Kuja... oh god, how could you? I even heard from the others about that place...what was it again...Cleyra. Where you called for a eidolon and birned the place until it was a pile of ash and sorrow. I remember when I was younger, when Father was still alive...you were kinder, nicer, you cared. And now, greed has attached it's cold, slimy tendrils to your once warm heart, and has turned you around.
Damn that Kuja! I never swore before, but now I want to. I want to cry and scream and throw a tantrum until I am so tired I just fall asleep. And I don't want to be here seeing this. I can't believe what I saw from my too excellent vantage point on the Iifa Tree.
She was coming toward Kuja, with that greedy look on her face. The one that has marred her visage for several years now. She was going to kill him, even though it meant destroying others, destroying the Iifa Tree, held in reverence by the people of Conde Petite.
And now I wonder. How did Kuja warp her? How did he make her so...so...greedy, so cruel, so cold? What did he use on her? Were there other people out there, equally warped by him?
And all those innocents out there, ruined by his greed. The people of Burmecia, thrown out of their home, then destroyed in their new home, merely because he wanted to control the Mist Continent. The people of Cleyra, who opened their doors to the refugees of Burmecia, and who were killed for it. Linblum, who took a less terrible beating, but a painful one. They lost so many, and there are still meny left living, who lost their families and their friends, and must still live with the guilt that they are alive, and so many good people are dead. And what of Alexandria? What of people like Beatrix, who was merely following orders because she loved her country? And what of the people of Alexandria, who had to sit by as our once great nation became no better than the endless groups of thieves and raiders, powerless to do anything?
What will be Kuja's next move? Where will he go from here? I have to stop him! I have to stop him from dragging more innocents into this battle, I have to stop him from hurting more people.
Mother is stirring now. "I hear the voice of my daughter..." she whispers.
"I am here, Mother!" I say, holding her. I keep the tears from falling, as I must be strong.
"I'm free now from that endless greed...Alexandria will fare better with you on the throne..." she whispers. Her hand drops, and so does her life. I try to stop the tears that fall down my face, but it is useless. They come, forming a path down my cheeks. If only I could have saved her, if only I had other eidolons, instead of Leviathan, the water killer, and Ramuh, who uses deadly thunder magic. Thunder with water...great combination.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." I murmur. "I will help Alexandria, Mother, I promise...I'm so sorry."
After a moment of silence in her honor, I stand. Now is not the time for myself. Now is the time to be strong. After Kuja is gone I can mourn Mother. I must return to Alexandria. I turn toward the others, and beckon them over here.
Don't worry, Mother. I'll be fine, sooner or later. And I will return Alexandria to it's former glory.
I'll miss you.