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Shuyin's Reflection
The place where space and time meant nothing…this was nowhere. Where exactly is that? Someone can't exist in nothingness. But somehow, he could. He didn't go where he was supposed to in death. When someone dies, his or her soul goes to the farplane. The farplane is where all souls reside in the form of pyreflies. The farplane itself is a beautiful place, almost like a haven that anyone would love to live in. But only the pyreflies can exist there. That is where Lenne would be, but not him. His soul refused to leave. Dying in such a way was the worst way anyone could possibly image. He lost everything he had: his life, his sanity, and his lover. At his time of death he couldn't be in a worse state, so he didn't die. Physically he did, but the immense emotion he died with kept him alive, partially at least. He didn't go to the farplane, so he remained in a place of complete nothingness where he relived his demise over and over. Here he could only semi-exist, he could think for as long as he needed to. What was there to think about now? He lost everything he had; there was nothing to fight for anymore. So why was he here? He couldn't feel anything anymore, except the pain of having to lose your loved one over and over. Seeing her eyes closed, dead on the floor in front of him that day was an image that haunted him. When he thought about it, all he could do is blame himself for letting it all happen. He shouldn't have let her go away in the first place. He shouldn't have given up after hearing of her death. If he hadn't have given up after his fight with the executor, maybe he would have found her in safety. Ultimately, it was his fault and there was nothing he could do to make it right now. Ending the world certainly wouldn't have made it right, but a dark side to his heart wished he had another chance to do so. If the opportunity arose once again, he wouldn't think twice about it.
Shuyin had no physical form anymore. He was no more than a lost spirit seeking guidance now. His time as this wandering soul made his heart lighter, yet angrier. He thought about all the things he wanted to think about, and solved everything in his head, apart from perhaps the most important question: Why was he still here? Maybe he would have to find the answer for himself.
Time passed quickly in his new form. And over time, his anger towards life grew even stronger. Yet he resisted the possibility of becoming a mindless fiend wandering Spira, killing all he could see. His pure hatred towards life began, over time, to give him a renewed physical form. He could never fully exist again, but he could still have enough power to do what he wanted to do. He wanted to go to the Farplane, to see Lenne. He waited for his chance with an almost possessed state of patience. In a sense, he saw her everyday, but only in his horrible flashbacks to that fateful day. Speaking of fate, that was something he never really believed in. Destiny was something else he didn't believe in, not until that day. But now he was an avid believer. Destiny was the only reason he could think of as to how and why he still existed. His destiny was to end the pain and suffering of all the people in Spira, by ending the world. Now he had realised that each passing day made him stronger. He could now see his own body once again, yet only a faint vision of it. Soon he would be able to return to Spira, to haunt it with his newfound powers.