[Whatever was going on with the ceremony, Snow wasn't exactly a part of it. His only task was to stand guard - to act as the sentinel he'd always been - and make sure that everything ran smoothly and without interruption. It wouldn't be long now. Soon everything would be in order, and after tonight, they'd have the groundwork laid to break free of this nightmare and go home.
Stepping away from the center of the clearing, he headed towards the tree line in order to get a better vantage point. There was a lot here that he didn't understand in terms of procedure, but then again, he didn't really need to understand. The moogles and Genesis seemed to have everything under control. Snow would've just been in the way if he was any closer than the very edges of the clearing.
He would be lying if he tried to say he didn't feel anxious, though. The others would be here soon. What if they didn't get the message right? What if they wouldn't help? What if they wouldn't listen?
The wounds were too fresh. The Black Crystal had restored his control and his sentience, even though the powers of a l'Cie and Cie'th still stirred within him, but it wouldn't be able to restore everyone if they turned. What a god awful situation to be in. Either destroy the world or go Cie'th. It was just like Cocoon all over again. He wouldn't stand for it. People aren't meant to be used as tools, especially not for something as horrifying as this. Death would be a better option for all of them.
How could he convince the other Heroes of that - convince Serah? And if it came down to it, would he be able to pull the trigger on her, too? He would have to. Maybe five hundred years ago, he would've sung a different tune, but now, after all that had happened, he knew for sure. Snow would rather end Serah's life than force her to live out the rest of it as a Cie'th. He wouldn't let her or anyone else be someone's puppet. Not again.
Snow Villiers [in prep for boss battle]
Stepping away from the center of the clearing, he headed towards the tree line in order to get a better vantage point. There was a lot here that he didn't understand in terms of procedure, but then again, he didn't really need to understand. The moogles and Genesis seemed to have everything under control. Snow would've just been in the way if he was any closer than the very edges of the clearing.
He would be lying if he tried to say he didn't feel anxious, though. The others would be here soon. What if they didn't get the message right? What if they wouldn't help? What if they wouldn't listen?
The wounds were too fresh. The Black Crystal had restored his control and his sentience, even though the powers of a l'Cie and Cie'th still stirred within him, but it wouldn't be able to restore everyone if they turned. What a god awful situation to be in. Either destroy the world or go Cie'th. It was just like Cocoon all over again. He wouldn't stand for it. People aren't meant to be used as tools, especially not for something as horrifying as this. Death would be a better option for all of them.
How could he convince the other Heroes of that - convince Serah? And if it came down to it, would he be able to pull the trigger on her, too? He would have to. Maybe five hundred years ago, he would've sung a different tune, but now, after all that had happened, he knew for sure. Snow would rather end Serah's life than force her to live out the rest of it as a Cie'th. He wouldn't let her or anyone else be someone's puppet. Not again.
Not ever again.]