Some musings based around the ending to this wonderful story we were given on second more awake read:
The part I'm referencing.
but one inscrutable passage had stayed with him:
"Let this be my final gift to you. In death, my love."
In death we have the power to bequeath the life we might have had─the possibilities and potential─to others. To grant them what they need to go on...or so the poet said.
Was your key one such gift?
Would my mother, my brother, my sister─would they tell me to accept theirs?
Lord Quintus, with his suicide? My comrades, whom I failed? My countrymen, gone without a word?
Did you leave your lives, and your love, to me?
The dead do not answer, yet the wound within ceases its bleeding for a time.
If that is our truth...
"Then let it be our meaning. Let it be the chain which binds us through generations. Live on in me, as I would have in you."
And perhaps...
"Perhaps we may yet live on in others."
The dead do not answer, but light shines through the broken ceiling, and Jullus follows it to behold a brightened sky. His comrades at Tertium will be waking soon. In apology and gratitude, he offers one last silent prayer to his kinsman ere departing.
Be at peace─and know that you are with me.
Jullus stands, and forges ahead into the dawn.
There are so many layers to this if you think about all of the people we've lost throughout the story of FFXIV.
Louisoix. Haurchefant. Papalymo. Hades. Elidibus. Venat. Zenos. Midgardsormr.
Each of them fought for what they loved and desired, and upon each of their deaths we were gifted something. Be it the potential to live on, or a crystal or a teleporter key.
And they are not alone in that, with side stories and characters taken into account.
It's dripping with depth. I feel like it's the theme Endwalker wanted to have, since we can only forge ahead with the leavings of our past. Our loved ones.
I feel like there's so much more to say, but I'm having a hard time articulating my thoughts on this. It's moved me to tears.