Iām really glad youāre safe. For me, itās as if time has stopped. Everyone I knew is gone.

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Iām really glad youāre safe. For me, itās as if time has stopped. Everyone I knew is gone.

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Remember when Hope Estheim, probably the smartest person in all of Cocoon at the age of what? 14?, who spent most of his time in FFXIII fighting Fal'Cie, grew up to be still the smartest person in all of Cocoon in FFXIII-2 (CERTIFIED) and - while knowing that "Yeah, Fal'Cie are a bad idea and usually get everyone killed sooner or later." - decided that the only possibility to save Cocoon was to build a Fal'Cie?
Which instantly tried to get everyone killed?
And the only valid option to defeat that ever-regenerating piece of shit was to have Serah and Noel, the two time-travelling dumbasses with one shared brain cell, YELL through time-space at younger Hope that he's a fucking idiot?
Which prompted AN ACTUAL GOD to look at all of this and go "Oh yes, this is exactly the person I'm gonna pick as my vessel. I'm such a moron genius. What could possibly go wrong?"
Which directly led to said God being knifed in the face by Lightning (and rightfully so! Bhunivelze, you asshole).
Remember that?
Yeah.
Nothing, I repeat: NOTHING, not even Cloud Strife in a dress, will ever reach this master level of entertainment. Fuck the haters. The FFXIII trilogy was wild.
I mentioned this to a friend recently, but I really like the whole Final Fantasy XIII trilogy. I can take or leave XIII-2, but both XIII and Lightning Returns combine into this strange, sometimes not very good, journey of people who become like family having been ostracized and hunted by literally the entirety of humanity as they know it, chased by beings like gods, and came out on the other side. War changes people, relationships that formed in the crucible of battle crumble when faced with the relaxation of peace, like bacteria that can only live in the most acidic, briny water possible. In war you can ignore certain basic characteristics of a person that you would normally dislike, and form a deep connection with them. When its over, those easily looked-over differences become chasms unable to be crossed. Feelings are hurt. The hurt is nurtured. Small grievances grow with time, like an irritating bit of sand into a pearl. The game shows this in the relationship between Snow and Lightning. Its interesting to see how people Ive spent probably a hundred hours with have changed over the years, and that the games are willing to show how the passage of time erodes all.
Break His Heart
I look at him as weāre falling. No, weāre flying. Soaring, cutting through the blue sky of Academia, the wind hitting us right in the face. We donāt care; it doesnāt stop us from smiling at each other. Hair brushing madly around. The way he smiles. His smile is brighter than a thousand suns, brighter than the lights inside the Historia Crux, brighter than paradoxes and more scalding than fire. Every time he throws that trademark grin of his in my direction, I feel my skin burn hot. My insides expand and I want to do many things (I canāt), and I want to say so many things (I canāt). I have to refrain from the impulse, though, because I shouldnāt. I canāt. Iāve known that since the beginning of this journey and yetā¦. How was I supposed to know that this would be the outcome? All my life, Iāve loved Snow. Since forever, for as long as I can remember. He was constantly there for me, and I was at all times by his side; it was no surprise when I found myself falling in love. I had expected it, actually. We were the definition of a perfect match⦠Or so I thought. Lightningās disappearance brought many changes, to all of us, and as much as I hate to admit it Snow and me started to drift apart, bit by bit. It only got worse when he decided to go looking for my sister himself. Those three years away from one another certainly made a big hole in our fairy-tale like relationship and itās amazing how two people can become strangers in that relatively short span of time. But I was human, so I hoped. Hoped for the day heād come back to settle things straight. To reassure me that it wasnāt over, to tell me where we stood. I thought about it each passing second, driving myself mad every single day, never imagining an opportunity to meet with both Lightning and Snow would present itself to me. Iād always thought I would just wait there patiently like a good girl until they came back⦠And then he came. Then I met him. The boy from the future. The boy with the blue fire in his eyes, with the strange clothes the self-assuredness and the promise of a brighter tomorrow. The promise I had been waiting for in secret. Although I was initially wary (though a little bit less than everybody else) I was also excited. Finally I could do something on my own, something to aid my sister in her mission and suddenly, it felt like things could finally get back on the right track. And some part of me wanted to believe in the hunter. So I did. I trusted my instinct. I wasnāt wrong. What I was wrong about was the foolish thought, well, more like the idea of nothing changing, of everything staying the same. Because everything did in fact change and out of all the things that have changed, I have to say Iām the one who suffered the biggest transformation. Now Iām aware that Iām not the same woman that I used to be back then in New Bodhum. It seems like itās been years since I last hung out with the gang and itās really ironic, considering that weāre technically more than a hundred years apart. Mog mutters a happy āKupoā just as Sazhās ship materializes right below us. His voice booms merrily through the air and I think Iām going to explode from all the emotions inside of me. Noel lands first, and he turns to me, grinning like a mad man, offering his hand for me to take. My hand slips right into his, my eyes meet his and I think of all the times this has happened before. Unconsciously, my fingers squeeze. My heart beat is loud in my ears, thereās a particular gleam in his blue irises, thereās a knot in my throat. I know what it means. Sometimes he lets his guard down enough to see through the cracks of his armor and I get glimpses of it, that feeling that he hides just like I do. Difference is, I think he hasnāt noticed that heās hiding something. Heās completely clueless. My feet touch the ground. His palm is warm and way bigger than mine; I can feel his heat even with the gloves as a barrier. Cheeks hurting from smiling, his white teeth shining at me, his handsome face relaxed in innocent happiness and I just know. Right then I know Iām going to break his heart. I have to (I donāt want to). I have to break Noelās heart. All alone, traveling through time in a frantic search for my sister and fixing paradoxes along the way. Just the two us. Cold nights spent together, making jokes around the campfire, telling stories and anecdotes whenever we felt like the sky was too far and the stars were too many, fingers entwining in a show of support, casting healing spells on cuts and wounds, encouragements during fights, secrets shared in low voices, promises and vows muttered when we thought the other was sleeping, brush of knees, shy glances, cohabitating with each other, scars revisited and re-opened, practicing togetherā¦You could say weāve been through hell and back together. Him and I. There are many things that made us get closer to the point that I can openly say that thereās no other person that knows me better than he does other than my own sister. And I probably know more about him than anyone has ever known. Whether we want it or not, there is just too much between us to say weāre just acquaintances. We formed a bond, an unbreakable one at that. The kind of bond I thought I could only ever share with Lightning or Snow. I was wrong apparently. The sneaky boy-no, man, wormed his way into my life and now I wonder how Iām supposed to live a life without him. After everything thatās happened. In my mind, I picture a dark sky, pitch black. Rain splattering heavily on the ground, my wet hair sticks to my forehead. In front of me, kneeling on the ground thereās a broken hunter, the last of them, holding the last Seeress. He cries silently, watching her as if she might disappear any second and thereās so much raw passion in his gaze and my heart throbs painfully in my chest. He looks at her with raw pain, holds her like sheās made of glass, it looks so intimate and I- Let go of his hand, smile plastered on my face. The skin of my palm itches. He broke my heart a long time ago it seems. Unknowingly, but he did anyway. It doesnāt matter. Causeā I will break his. Just as it should be. Like it has to be. Thereās no other way for us. āYouāre okay nowā I tell Mog, trying to sound reassuring. āAre you feeling all right?ā My time companion asks me and I nod, not trusting my voice not to betray the mess Iām feeling. Noel confronts Snow in Sunlethās Waterscape. He sounds mad, livid even. His jaw is squared, hands curled in fists, veins visible from how tense he is. Iām seeing a new side of him. I donāt know what to say. Snow brushes off his comments like he does every time he doesnāt want to hear something. The discussion ends after a while but Noel is still angry. I can tell. He keeps quiet, mutters a thing or two barely, mostly retreating into his head. And I wonder what heās thinking. I wonder what has made him so upset. Snow asks out of the blue how old is Noel, weird intonation in the question. For some reason I start to sweat in floods. Eighteen, Noel says. Ā Snow nods to himself. I start to get upset too. And I donāt know why. After we part ways with Snow (I have to try with all my might not to pull him back and tell him to never leave me again) I notice melted blue eyes glaring at the penchant on my neck. I think itās sort of nice to have someone be so bothered on my behalf. I walk to the edge of the ship, gaze at the flying city in front of me. Itās a beautiful sight. āItāll be good to see everyone againā I say, fighting against the knot in my throat. āKupo!ā āYeahā¦ā We turn around just in time to witness the disappearance of the last paradox gate. āThe gates are closedā Noel says and thereās so much I want to tell him. Instead I settle for saying āItās the end of our journeyā The words taste bitter, so bitter and I need to swallow to make it go away. If only things were different. If only life was simple and not complicated. Why does it have to be āwhat ifsā and never āit isā? Why is there always a price to pay for happiness? I know what I have to do. The ground suddenly has become really interesting and I turn in his direction so weāre face to face. Grasp my hands behind my back, bite my lip, a million regrets in my pocket dragging me down. I know what I have to do. I do. But I donāt know how. Thatās the problem. Also, I donāt want to. āHey, Noelā I start lifting my eyes from the ground, tracing a path all the way up until I reach his expectant and a tad concerned electric orbs. There are so many things I want to say, but thereās only one appropriate for the occasion, not to say itās something really important that Iāve wanted to say since this whole adventure started. Itās something really simple but it comes from the heart. The most prominent asides from some other three words that Iām so not ready to say yet. And I say it. Only two words. āThank youā Thank you for saving me that first night we met in New Bodhum, thank you for trusting Lightning, thank you for not giving up on me, thank you for giving me hope, thank you for your patience when I didnāt trust you, thank you for having my back, thank you for making me laugh, thank you for being honest, thank you for showing me strength, thank you for treating me like I was your equal, thank you for confiding in me, thank you for worrying about me, thank you for believing in me when nobody else did, thank you for being my friend (my best friend actually), thank you for teaching me about your ways, thank you for being Ā a breath of fresh air, thank you for being you, thank you for being born, thank you for discovering new worlds with me, thank you for standing beside me. Thank you for reminding me of what love is supposed to feel like. Itās because of you that I have come to learn and understand so many things, about myself and about the world. I appreciate all the moments we spent together. I love you. Iām in love with you and thank you for making me fall in love with you. Iāve never been so happy. Thank you. Just as I finish, it happens. Starts in my chest with a sharp pain, travels through my bloodstream straight to my head where thereās a dull pain quickly turning into a headache. A whimper escapes me, it hurts so much. Thatās not what surprises me. I whimper because itās a familiar feeling, Iāve felt this before. It seems like Iāve run out of time. The last thing I see is Noelās incredulous (still handsome) face soon replaced by visions of a future that has yet to occur. I see a dark sky. I see a city. Chaos is everywhere. Ā A dying Goddess. A frozen clock. A Savior. Ā A Hunter. Ā A Patron. A boy that should no longer be a boy. A Ā mischievous mirror girl. A Priestess. I see the future twisting and unfolding before me and Iām powerless to do anything but watch. If I concentrate enough, I can almost make out Noelās voice calling out to me, his hand closing around my wrist. And because Iāve seen it, the entire future, I know as well this is the last vision Iām ever gonna have. Itās really ironic. I would laugh, if I was able to. It would have been a sad and pathetic laugh, not really worth listening to. For I knew that I would have to break his heart ventually, I just thought it would have been in a completely different way and definitely not so soon. I couldnāt even say goodbye. I feel him panicking, screaming, his arms are around me and when did that happen? I donāt know. The only thing I know is this is too cruel and Noel despite not looking the part heās quite fragile and vulnerable. Then again he should have known from the start (just like I knew) that accompanying me in this journey through time was not going to be easy, was certainly going to be filled with heartache, loss and despair. My vision goes dark; I canāt see a single thing. My eyelids fall at the same time my knees decide to no longer support my weight. He should have known that I was going to break his heart, itās my last thought before everything is swallowed by darkness.
I STARTED TO THINK ABOUT FINAL FANTASY BC I USE TO LOVE IT A LOT AND NOW IM SAD DID I EVER TELL U I NEVER FINISHED XIII BC IT BROKE MY HEART TOO MUCH

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I like game OSTs. Especially the Final Fantasy XIII series.
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THINGS ARE ENDING AND ITS ALL HAPPY AND THERE'S DRAMATIC AND EMPOWERING MUSIC PLAYING, BUT THERE'S STILL LIKE AN HOUR LEFT IN THE MOVIE VERSION OF FF XIII-2
THIS IS HIGHLY CONCERNING IS SOMETHING BAD ABOUT TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE NOEL'S ALREADY GIVEN ME LIKE 50 HEART ATTACKS
AND I'M PRETTY SURE THAT THE CREDITS AREN'T QUITE THAT LONG