
Originally Posted by
Gemina
I like to dabble in writing fiction, and I think something anyone who does or tries to write will all agree to is that writing interesting villains is FAR easier to do than hero's and heroine's. I think a big reason for this is because with villains, we always see the outside first before we find out how they became to be. With protagonists, it's the opposite. They are often birthed from tragedy and as a result, they have a full head of steam going forward to correct all that is wrong in the world with a myriad of motivations provided by the antagonist to choose from. Villains are just more flexible to giving them multiple sides to their personality and typically have one motivation that drives them that contrasts what is truly in their hearts. This creates internal conflict that all of us relate to.
Yotsuyu is no different. We are introduced to this absolutely vile woman. Ruthless, cruel, foul, rotten, and malicious. A true monster. Then here comes Tsuyu; a complete and total mirror reflection swap and as innocent as a toddler. Through Tsuyu, we see what Yotsuyu would have been under proper care and nurturing. Nothing brought me to tears more for her arc than when she lets us know that accepting Gosetsu's kindness is akin to torture.
Fordola didn't leave me in tears, but I still felt bad for her. Problem with her though is that I am now waiting for her to become Batman. Through her though we definitely get to see where the Garlean's perception of Eorzean's being savages comes from because well, we kind of are; or at least we are very capable of exhibiting the behavior of savages. What else would you call it when the WoL goes ham on the Heavensward guard and bathing him/herself in blood?
Still though, it's tough to find any Eorzean as rotten as some of the members of the empire. Yotsuyu's half brother was the very definition of a weasel with no morale compass whatsoever. Even Ilberd and Zenos still have respect for the WoL, but the way that punk talks to us prior to the prisoner exchange seriously ruffled my feathers. If we were truly savage, he would've died right there and then.