I remember Ifrit and Titan crashing to the earth at Garuda's beckoning, their followers turning to dust at their summoning. I remember carrying my comrades in body bags, loading them up like it was some kind of macabre fetch-quest. I remember the poison that kissed the Sultana's lips and the sight of her tumbling unconscious from her chair. I remember Raubahn having an arm and I remember Raubahn losing it as he lost his temper doing what we all wished we could. We thought most of our comrade's lost.
I remember then being a fugitive in the very city I first began my adventures.
I remember making Ishgard my second home. A home nearly speared apart by the Dragonsong War and shielded only by the sacrifices of those who fought alongside us. I remember Estinian screaming as Nidhogg's Rage subsumed him entirely, and Alphinaud's despair at the loss of his mentor and friend.
I remember smiling until my very psyche frayed and rebelled against my tolerance.
It is these failures contracted that punctuate my victories. It is prevailing through the hopelessness that makes me feel truly spectacular. So,
For these expanses...
these eons...
these instants...
Thank you.
Sincerely,
a Warrior of Darkness and Light.
(Gaelicap)