[Thing's were different in the world that they had come from. Vastly, painfully different. How much thought had they ever truly put into their actions before they performed them? How much thought had they given to attacking ShinRa? How much guilt had they carried before the retaliation came and the plate had been dropped and they'd realized the gravity and price and weight of their own choices?
How much hesitation would he give to killing Sephiroth, again and again and again, as many times as it took until the threat was no longer present, until the planet and each and every single person he cherished was safe.
Fighting wasn't something he enjoyed, wasn't something he ever went into lightly. There was a reason for each and every battle, a reason each and every time he picked up his sword and entered the fray. Someone to protect, something to save. The planet, his friends, his family. Aerith. Tifa. Denzel.
If he thought back over each war, over every battle, over each and every life he'd taken, could he truly justify them all? Each and every one may have had a reason, may have done in the name of the greater good, but could they all actually be justified?]
You're right. [Voice quiet, barely loud enough for the three of them to hear, eyes carefully averted and focused on the wall just beyond Sora's shoulder.] I'm not him. I don't have any light left. But I will do whatever I can do help you. Because that's what you do for your friends. You help them and protect them. No matter what the cost.
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How much hesitation would he give to killing Sephiroth, again and again and again, as many times as it took until the threat was no longer present, until the planet and each and every single person he cherished was safe.
Fighting wasn't something he enjoyed, wasn't something he ever went into lightly. There was a reason for each and every battle, a reason each and every time he picked up his sword and entered the fray. Someone to protect, something to save. The planet, his friends, his family. Aerith. Tifa. Denzel.
If he thought back over each war, over every battle, over each and every life he'd taken, could he truly justify them all? Each and every one may have had a reason, may have done in the name of the greater good, but could they all actually be justified?]
You're right. [Voice quiet, barely loud enough for the three of them to hear, eyes carefully averted and focused on the wall just beyond Sora's shoulder.] I'm not him. I don't have any light left. But I will do whatever I can do help you. Because that's what you do for your friends. You help them and protect them. No matter what the cost.