Yuna had the right of it, and Snow knew it. Sitting around and wishing and pining and hoping never got him anywhere. Even now, as he stared up at the sky, he wasn't sure what he would wish for these days, anyway. He used to wish for deliverance. For forgiveness. To see Serah again.
Snow used to wish for death.
Sure, things had turned out way better than he'd ever expected or even wished for them to, but nothing had changed for him until Lightning had gotten him up off his ass and moving. When he thought about it like that, maybe wishing was kind of pointless. The only problem with taking action, though, was the incredible tendency he had to make things worse every time he tried to make them better. He constantly felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, in that regard. If only Lightning was here now, too, she would know what to do. She always knew what to do. That was why she had been Etro's Knight and Bhunivelze's Chosen, and Snow was just... well, just some schmuck.
"It won't be easy, though," he went on. "In a new world like this, you can never know what to expect. All the rules change, and some get thrown out the window completely."
He sighed and shook his head. Thoughts like that were counterproductive. He was being unfair to himself again, dwelling on the negatives. Blind optimism was no good either, but he found himself more often than not having difficulty in finding a nice balance between the two.
"I guess that's why there's so many of us," he concluded. "Heroes of Light, I mean. As long as we stick together, nothing's impossible, right?"
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Yuna had the right of it, and Snow knew it. Sitting around and wishing and pining and hoping never got him anywhere. Even now, as he stared up at the sky, he wasn't sure what he would wish for these days, anyway. He used to wish for deliverance. For forgiveness. To see Serah again.
Snow used to wish for death.
Sure, things had turned out way better than he'd ever expected or even wished for them to, but nothing had changed for him until Lightning had gotten him up off his ass and moving. When he thought about it like that, maybe wishing was kind of pointless. The only problem with taking action, though, was the incredible tendency he had to make things worse every time he tried to make them better. He constantly felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, in that regard. If only Lightning was here now, too, she would know what to do. She always knew what to do. That was why she had been Etro's Knight and Bhunivelze's Chosen, and Snow was just... well, just some schmuck.
"It won't be easy, though," he went on. "In a new world like this, you can never know what to expect. All the rules change, and some get thrown out the window completely."
He sighed and shook his head. Thoughts like that were counterproductive. He was being unfair to himself again, dwelling on the negatives. Blind optimism was no good either, but he found himself more often than not having difficulty in finding a nice balance between the two.
"I guess that's why there's so many of us," he concluded. "Heroes of Light, I mean. As long as we stick together, nothing's impossible, right?"