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I cannot, in any logical context, view Dawntrail as anything short of the heel-turn of the assistant-WoL we play and the artists formerly known as Scions. We are meant to view this as levity and leisure but it became a trial in how easily the past is forgotten. Regardless of intention, I will not be able to see an 8.0 without viewing it as the first step in our villain arc. Where we go, destruction follows; we are become the folk-murderer. It has been well-insinuated earlier in this thread that we have performed the exact same level of crime as Emet-Selch did and I very much agree the shades of the same decision are present in the choices we didn't even get to make. But we acted according to the demands made of us, not our experience or what the past expansions taught us.
Wuk Lamat was meant to be likable, and while I despised her, she has most certainly been corrupted now by the brutality of a young warrior who looked in the face of genocide she pushed for, only to be laughing days later.
The artists formerly known as Scions knew better, know better, and so should the WoL. But we got our tacos, and that will forever haunt my memory of them now. Even if what they did was absolutely necessary, even if redactions and corrections are released to dismiss them of responsibility, they are still the people that genocide you one day and laugh over tacos the next now. The sheer callous departure from their compassion marks them each as uniquely tainted.
We didn't even pursue an alternative to correct this situation, not even a little. In an expansion about acceptance without addressing the naunce or difficulty, or embracing one another in full despite differences - In a story about stopping at nothing to be kind to one another and find a new way, this expansion ended with a whimper. The messages of acceptance and stopping at nothing were, for 21 hours of cutscenes and nauseating repetition, jammed into us through the force-feeding tube named Wuk Lamat only for her to heel-turn on all those values.
The artists formerly known as Scions and the WoL have powered interdimensional portals, have explored and studied the mechanisms of floating cities, and with clever use of aether taken down the very gods. But when it came to trying to find a way to power a server they put their hands up and blithely announced with a chuckle that it was taco tuesday and there simply wasn't another way. TGIT, amirite?
I find it bizarre that anyone would dismiss what has happened in this story while holding on high the story of the past patches and releases. How easily have people forgotten the words of Louisoix?
"To ignore the plight of those one might conceivably save is not wisdom—it is indolence."
Welcome to the Age of Indolence. We have tacos.
TL-DR; We are the baddies. We do a little war crimes around here. I'll see you when the next expansion drops the 24 man raid on Limsa Lominsa to complete our villain arc.