Ramza nodded at Jack. He imagined that if the Shadow was not a mirror image of himself, he would be seeing a younger version of himself, with ash on his face and the glow of a burning fortress reflected in his eyes. But he had moved past that.

"This...how is this my Shadow? There must be some mistake."

The Shadow turned and looked at each Hero in turn. "And you...why have you come? Has this foolhardy lack-a-brain convinced you that you can change the fate of this damned world?"

Shadow-Ramza barked out a laugh. "Despite what you may believe, just because a thing can be endeavored, it does not mean it can be achieved. Sometimes, the villain wins. Sometimes, the maiden dies. Sometimes, the world burns, and you can do nothing to stop it."

Ramza took a step back. "This...no, this is not me." It was the Calamity, trying to hinder them. This was not what was in his heart.