It was many moons ago, although it always feels like it was yesterday.

The horrors that transpired that fateful night showed how one could be easily corrupted. Thankfully, nothing was leaked to the public about the state of the sultana. If even one word was spread, the whole of Eorzea will be put in turmoil.

A beloved hero fallen in disgrace. That was their goal.

The people will think it was true, yet it was all a set up to discredit Eorzea’s Champion and bring a coup towards Ul’dah’s monarchy.

Disowned by those who we’ve helped. Betrayed by those we’ve trusted. How wayward of me to believe that I can shoulder the burden of his achievements when all I’ve done is ride on his coattails.

Yet he kept his smile, bright and cheerful and unwavering as always. Their smile, I’ve always found comfort in them, the one I can fully trust and the one who’ve always trusted in me even though I was the sole reason that we are in this situation.

I was naïve. How childish of me.

I have failed.

Anger, embarrassment, disappointment, I know not exactly what I felt nor what to feel.

Even in the face of adversity, he had that selfsame expression on his face. This time, it was directed towards me, urging me to move on. He who save this land, he who inspires others, he who is the symbol of hope. Even after everything I’ve caused, he still puts his faith in me, this time, I shall put my faith in him.