The familiar glimpse of the hell from which you were born is still as heart wrenching.
The familiar tug at my lips to open as he takes you is still as powerful.
When your eyes meet mine, I am not steeled with new resolve. I am not inundated with a sadness or a pity more potent than what I have already felt, what I am feeling.
No, what I feel is immaterial. What I see...is the same; indifference. But…what I hear...is laughter. Yu Yevon was laughing.
Laughing. At me… the Summoner killing her aeons. The Summoner killing herself.
I clenched my eyes shut against the pain that was burning.
The want to cry, the need for tears, tickled my nose.
I hate you!
I HATE YOU!
My fingers numbed.
Yu Yevon… a sadist that everything -my life, my religion, my purpose- was based upon. It was so bitterly ironic, so… so…
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
I just… I am… destroying my purpose, destroying my peace… but I'm also destroying an evil that should have died long ago.
Will Spira think back on this?
Will I be remembered?
Will he be remembered?
Or will we fade?
You roar in pain as the world melts beneath you, dragging you into oblivion.
I hate you Yu Yevon.
I hate you so much.
Anima….
I am so, so sorry.
