And all I loved, I loved alone…
Bahumut.
I feel like a siren, leading the aeons to their deaths among the cold broad side of a sword.
I want to dismiss you, crawl up in my father's arms and dream.
But I don't have the power, I don't have the person.
Would I have sacrificed myself so that you could live?
Yes.
But my life alone is not enough to stop the perpetual circle of death on Spira; of Spira.
However, I cannot justify your death. I cannot justify any death that is not mine. Because my life is the only one I can condone taking.
I am so, so sorry.
Tears sting at my eyes, but I do not let them fall, will not let them fall. I will not be weak in our darkest hours. No, I will face your death and mine with a straight spine and a look of grim determination.
Because this is for Spira.
Because the people of Spira need this; will appreciate our gift of life.
At least…that's what I keep telling myself.
