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re: Requiem of the Goddess DLC
Well, now you know what happened.
Look, there's nothing you can change about it but you're right. It doesn't make sense. Nothing did. It opened up too many questions and didn't answer anything.
But, at least they got one thing right. What I've done. I did it for my sister. I did it for Serah. Even if--
[She locks her jaw, scoffing sharply as she cuts herself off almost immediately. There's no way she wants to finish that thought, that sentence. Not when the pain is still... too real, too raw and too close for comfort.]
It doesn't matter. Not anymore. Maybe they will finish the story. Actually explained things in that sequel you're hoping for. Or they'll just screw us all over. I don't know.
Clear your head. Breathe. I'll be here, or the earlier me will be here. Etro knows you're only using me as a proxy for the person I was when I was a l'Cie but with the knowledge of the Sequel and the people in it.
That, and as much as you hate my armor, you still think I should be bent over in it. Tch.
Go sleep or do your tags, Mun. I'm not going anywhere.
Look, there's nothing you can change about it but you're right. It doesn't make sense. Nothing did. It opened up too many questions and didn't answer anything.
But, at least they got one thing right. What I've done. I did it for my sister. I did it for Serah. Even if--
[She locks her jaw, scoffing sharply as she cuts herself off almost immediately. There's no way she wants to finish that thought, that sentence. Not when the pain is still... too real, too raw and too close for comfort.]
It doesn't matter. Not anymore. Maybe they will finish the story. Actually explained things in that sequel you're hoping for. Or they'll just screw us all over. I don't know.
Clear your head. Breathe. I'll be here, or the earlier me will be here. Etro knows you're only using me as a proxy for the person I was when I was a l'Cie but with the knowledge of the Sequel and the people in it.
That, and as much as you hate my armor, you still think I should be bent over in it. Tch.
Go sleep or do your tags, Mun. I'm not going anywhere.

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