AN: This is meant as an epilogue to Yet Another Confessional, but it could apply to after-game events, as well. Take it as you will and I leave it to personal interpretations. This takes place possibly a year-or-so after the events of the game and, in relation to YAC, possibly three or four years after the last entry.
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Father, forgive me...
No, that's not exactly right.
Friends, forgive me, for I have sinned.
Tonight, I will find the price of my absolvement...if I may find absolvement for all I have done. I can already hear the noise in the streets of Bevelle and I don't have to strain to see the men thronging, charging toward the praetor's mansion. Soon, they will break the door; there are no priests nor warrior monks, here, so they'll go directly to my private chambers.
...my blood will be the last shed in the name of Yevon.
Will it be enough? Will it atone for all my sins against those I love?
..I cannot answer, I can only pray.
I had wished that we could share this moment, this final downfall, but...it was not meant to be.
Perhaps, they will take joy in the knowledge that it is done. Perhaps, they will rejoice that Yevon is fallen and that Spira is free of its influence. Perhaps, they'll even exult in the fact that it will come with the tearing of my flesh, my passing from this life to whatever is next...
So long...
So long have I waited for this final domino to fall and, tonight, my plans come to their final end. All the manipulation and the secrets spread. All the masks I had to wear and all the lies I had to tell. All the years of carefully plotting and preparing...they come to fruition in this one night.
I regret only that I die in the guise of the Judas to my dearest ones, but it also gladdens me as, in this guise, they will not have to mourn me; in fact, they may celebrate my passing as will all of Spira.
Perhaps, I was once a shooting star, but now my light finally fades.
Love, forgive me.