FOR THOSE WE HAVE LOST | FRAY'S PALACE

[bloodweapon]

Welcome to the Vault. Let your judgment begin.
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[supherb]

[No. No he's not. Haurchefant can't die!

Arven futilely tries to fight back tears.]

W-What do you mean it's not closing up?! Can't we do something 'til we get him some stronger magic?!

[He'll feel awful about this later. He knows it's not Alphinaud's or Aerith's fault. But he can't deal with this. He can't lose Haurchefant. That's his best bud!!]

[bloodweapon]

[Haurchefant looks between the two of you, and though he's openly bleeding and clearly going through it right now, he smiles.]

Do not look at me so, my dear friends. A smile better suits a hero.

[There isn't much time left.]

[gardenful]

[ She doesn’t blame Arven, not at all, and she won’t when this is all over either. She knows exactly what it’s like to lash out, to fight when one is overcome with grief.

It’s why, right now, all she can do is push herself through this moment. They need to keep moving forward, they need to keep going. They have to.

She takes one of Haurchefant’s hands in hers, squeezing it right as she manages to offer him one last smile. ]

[supherb]

[Arven's hand goes to Haurchefant's shoulder as he chokes back a sob. Haurchefant looking at them like that isn't helping! He doesn't want to say goodbye...

But if this is truly the end, then he can't let Haurchefant's last sight of him be a crying mess. He furiously rubs at his eyes and offers the best smile he can muster. It's shaky and his face is wet with tears, but there's no lack of love.]

[bloodweapon]

[That seems to be what Haurchefant wanted indeed, because he passes with a smile on his face.

Silence follows. The others around you are almost unnaturally still for a long moment, until they suddenly fade from existence like Thordan did earlier. The knight up on the building is gone. The airship is gone. All that's left are the two of you and Haurchefant.

Just as it seems that there is nothing more to do here, you'll suddenly hear a voice: it is both familiar and unfamiliar, like it belongs to the people you know and love and yet someone you've never met all at the same time. You can't place it, but it asks you a very serious question.]

Would you save the world, knowing that your friend would die for it?

[Do you answer honestly?]

[gardenful]

[ The silence is heavy, weighing down on her shoulders like a lead weight. With a breath that feels all too difficult to muster…

She answers honestly. ]

Yes. I would die to save everyone too. My friends and I all understand that about one another.

[ Would she do what she could to help them? Of course. But ultimately, they have all made that choice, and it is a choice that they are at peace with. ]

Besides… I’ve already lost friends to saving the world. We just have to keep going. For them.

[ For those we can yet save. ]

[supherb]

[With Haurchefant gone, Arven curls in on himself and cries. Mabosstiff nudges against him and forces him to cling onto his fur instead. He continues to cry even when the memory fades, as if a dam for his real experiences back home has broken.

"You can't... You can't just go and say something like that now, Dad!"

The voice pierces his thoughts, causing him to look up.]

Knowing that a friend would die for it...

[He looks down at Mabosstiff, then to Haurchefant. He lost his dad for the sake of the world already. He can't...he can't do this again.

And so his answer is the opposite of Aerith's.]

No.

[bloodweapon]

[The voice does not speak again. Slowly, the scenery around you fades to nothingness, to white. You aren't left with any time to consider that before you blink, and you're back in the Vault again. The stained glass window before you is now shattered, leaving six remaining.]

[gardenful]

[ They're back… it feels surreal, like she’s been pulled and tugged in all sorts of different directions. The wind has been knocked out of her, but she finally manages to breathe.

And, she reaches out to take Arven’s hand and give it a comforting squeeze, should he let her. ]

[supherb]

[He does let her! He's still reeling from everything that just went down, so he's honestly grateful for the contact.]

Th-Thanks. [He uses his other hand to rub at his eyes some more.] And...sorry.

[That was a lot, and he feels like he wasn't on the same wavelength with her for a lot of it.]

[gardenful]

Don’t worry about it.

[ She smiles softly. After all, Arven is just a kid. Learning how to process these things is hard even at Aerith’s age, and it certainly isn’t any easier for Arven. ]

We managed to get back here, and that’s what matters.

[ And now they can go help the others!! ]

[supherb]

...Yeah.

[It finally clicks that they're back in front of all the windows. For better or worse, they made it out.]

It felt so personal in the moment, but d'you think that was one of Fray's memories?

[gardenful]

I think so.

[ She’ll give his hand another squeeze before letting go. ]

It felt so real. I think those are all things he felt himself in that moment.