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.