The spiral, Spira. Yunalesca's thoughts turned inwardly again, her head bowing just slightly, strands of her hair slipping forward.
Perhaps she was tired... Their idea of hope is too fragile, too easily crushed under the weight of their own expectations. What do they fight for? A way home? And end to the suffering this world this had caused them? It is too much to ask for, that they could attain all these things... the only true end to their pain and sorrow... is for it to live on in their deaths.
No, that... that can't be. I don't... I don't really believe that you could feel that way! Can't you hear them? Even now, all their words of encouragement... they all want to fight, and they wan't you to fight too. Giving up their lives here for the sake of the false hope for a tomorrow they'll never get to see... It's not right! Everyone that's fallen before now... you can't let their deaths be in vain!
Her eyes shifted just slightly to the side, catching one last glimpse of Garland before he was out of her line of sight, swearing above all else that he looked like Zaon in that moment.
My father, my love, they both made this choice. Your...
The first High Summoner closed her eyes, what were these voices that played through her head, now of all times? And why did they sound like the words of Braska's daughter? Snapping her neck upwards, she opened her eyes, banishing anymore doubts from her mind. Garland would succeed. Her father and Zaon's legacy would be protected. She didn't have to be alone, indeed. Without saying another word, her resolve steeled, and she held out her hand, suddenly making a fist as she cast Absorb on the nearest target, stealing even more of their energy in order to build up her own.
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Perhaps she was tired... Their idea of hope is too fragile, too easily crushed under the weight of their own expectations. What do they fight for? A way home? And end to the suffering this world this had caused them? It is too much to ask for, that they could attain all these things... the only true end to their pain and sorrow... is for it to live on in their deaths.
No, that... that can't be. I don't... I don't really believe that you could feel that way! Can't you hear them? Even now, all their words of encouragement... they all want to fight, and they wan't you to fight too. Giving up their lives here for the sake of the false hope for a tomorrow they'll never get to see... It's not right! Everyone that's fallen before now... you can't let their deaths be in vain!
Her eyes shifted just slightly to the side, catching one last glimpse of Garland before he was out of her line of sight, swearing above all else that he looked like Zaon in that moment.
My father, my love, they both made this choice.
Your...
The first High Summoner closed her eyes, what were these voices that played through her head, now of all times? And why did they sound like the words of Braska's daughter? Snapping her neck upwards, she opened her eyes, banishing anymore doubts from her mind. Garland would succeed. Her father and Zaon's legacy would be protected. She didn't have to be alone, indeed. Without saying another word, her resolve steeled, and she held out her hand, suddenly making a fist as she cast Absorb on the nearest target, stealing even more of their energy in order to build up her own.
No, stop! Please, Lady Yunalesca, don't...!