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still love how emet makes eye contact with the WoL and then straight up lies to hyth’s face like no i didn’t see anything
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roguelioness · 3 months
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okay! what is “the final goodbye” from your ffxiv section :eyes:
Thank you for the ask owen! ♥
Spoilers for endwalker below the cut:
It's about the last interaction Aly has with Hades and Hythlodeus - after using Azem's crystal, given the abundance of dynamis present, emotions and memories coalesce and allow Aeoliya (Azem) to briefly inhabit Aly's body (albeit not whole; there are still memories missing).
It's a chance for the three of them to be together one last time, as they were unable to before the Sundering. It's a chance for them to grieve what they lost, acknowledge the horrors they have experienced, and finally, let themselves hope for a chance to be together once more in another life.
It's also an opportunity for Aly to gain some closure, as she carries an incredibly amount of guilt over (in her mind) inadvertently being the cause of the Sundering and everything that follows. She's able to start her own healing process, slowly letting go of her guilt for killing Emet-Selch, her mixed bundle of emotions about the Ascians, her shock about Zodiark andHydaelyn (there's a lot).
A final goodbye, before the final day.
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elizkras · 2 years
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Owen probably hated his research facility. and his superiors T.T
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chrysalispen · 5 years
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ultima ratio (FFXIV, ARR spoilers, pt 1/4)
this is a four part flash-fiction set i’m working on and will post to AO3 when it’s completed. glimpses at the last moments of the XIVth Legion in ARR from their point of view, because one of the best things about writing fic with characters that didn’t get much screentime or character development is that you get to do it yourself :3c
spoilers dating from cape westwind onward to the end of the main storyline.
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i mean the truth untold, the pity of war, the pity war distilled. now men will go content with what we spoiled. or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled. --wilfred owen (1893-1918)
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i. the judge
He had known his fate the moment the eikon-slayer darkened the threshold of the castrum but he meets her regardless. Orders are orders.
She stands before the XIVth Legion's praefectus castrorum dressed like an Eorzean: golden hair grown now well past regulation length, svelte frame clad in simple hooded robes of white trimmed in red, an intricate cedarwood circlet bracing her third eye like a jewel setting. 
The weight of that gaze settles upon his massive armored frame without malice or aggression, and he understands she is taking his measure as well.
Rhitahtyn sas Arvina has ever been the most prosaic of the Black Wolf's adjutants. There is a brutal honesty inherent in cold steel and strategy that of the three of them, only he truly understands as well as does the legatus himself. All very well to piece together an ancient machina or to ferret out and destroy a nest of rebels, but when it comes to battlefield deployment, supply lines, the brutal and final truth of war---that is Rhitahtyn's work, and he excels at it.
He looks past the rumors, past the stories of her power--- and sees only a deserter. A criminal.
Formidable strength notwithstanding, this woman broke rank and fled in the midst of battle rather than die alongside her fellows. The fact that she is hardly the only one of the VIIth's rank and file to have done such a thing is, frankly, immaterial.
Were it his decision, he would have overruled Livia's sadistic games and Nero's unbridled (and to his mind, wholly inappropriate) fascination. None of this following her about "under observation" while she felled eikons and made a general nuisance of herself; Rhitahtyn would have simply taken her head and had done with it. 
Failing that, he would have dragged the recalcitrant medicus in chains to Castrum Centri for courts-martial, then back to Garlemald to publicly swing from the hangman's noose.
But his opinion, of course, was not requested.
Perhaps it doesn’t matter, in the end. Her presence here signals the city-states' intent: they have chosen to stand against the Ultima Weapon rather than bend their knee to imperial will.
So be it, then, Rhitahtyn thinks, somewhat bleakly. Alea iacta est. 
For better or worse, the die is cast. Let the vagaries of fate and choice fall where they will.
The men and women of his cohort cluster at his back, weapons not drawn yet, not yet, but he can see hands straying to gunblades should she take another step closer. 
He thinks of the good soldiers she cut down at Centri while freeing the Scions, the numbers she has killed in the days since, the blood on her hands, and tells the cohort to fall back to the perimeter wall. They are not a match for an enemy such as this.
They ignore his orders and stand ready at his back as the pair exchange words, as any chance of accord comes to naught, as he bares steel against her.
And trusting to his judgment and to the might of empire, they fall at his side.
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thinking about eyrie and love and hmmmm they aren’t…afraid of love as much as they are afraid of the power of love. Afraid of how blinding it is, the all encompassing way it feels and the drive to protect that comes from it. It’s those feelings that drove them to become and imperial—blinded them to the wrongs they were doing even though they knew from the start that what they were doing was never going to protect anyone. Not their homeland, not their children—not even the ones they didn’t know had survived childbirth. (which that is a terrifying thought they bury wayyyu deep down).
they made those mistakes out of a false sense of hope and the idea of doing the right thing, because protecting the people you love is always the correct thing to do. They protect the forest, but more their people within—a duty driven into their head since they were in their early teens. Eyrie loves—they love fiercely and beyond reckoning, but at the same time they are terrified of those feelings. What they might do for love and if they’ll regret those choices later. They’ll have the time to look back and regret it half a century later. Eyrie is troubled and regretful of their past, but they stand so immovable as to not make a mistake again. which means they don’t move forward; they’re guarded, they distance themselves behind a veneer. They fool themselves into stagnation being the better of the options. I don’t think they truly know how to move forward much anymore
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thinking in ShB about concepts of how it’s like….loving something so much, but you cannot save it. you cannot bring it back. it was doomed to end from the start. that is how this story goes
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was it ever implied or just outright said that asahi was just fandaniel reincarnated?
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tanking shinryu ex w just my summoner friend aka how many times can I tell ***** I’m gonna kick his ass as I die
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i wanna talk about how meteion’s words echo zenos’s throughout the expansion--when she talks about “what pain must i inflict for you give into despair”
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he really just lives* his life this way huh
*he never says he loves his life sjsjsjdd
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oc EW thoughts:
more me being self indulgent and thinking about just specific parts:
Eyrie doesn’t tell the scions much about the confrontation with Zenos. Partially Krile blaming herself, but also in a way…it’s not really their business to know what was said to each other at the edge of the world in that place. The way fighting Zenos made Eyrie feel like they were so, so ready to fight Zenos. To fully go at him, to embrace all that he talked about—the connection the two of them had in that moment. This….to call it a dance is romantic about it, but the singular moments of that fight were something just for the two of them. Nothing to be shared—nothing to be said for the sadness of realizing Zenos didn’t get brought back too. That he was left in that place at the edge of the world. Alone like Alisaie said, but to have one’s body left in such a desolate place…it saddens Eyrie. Part of them is missing. Detached and drifting.
Maybe it’s partially the oddity that comes with saving the world in this dramatic way—the grief and complexity that comes with it. It’s probably the stuck in a bed to recover—because as much as they were hurt physically, they used their soul to keep themselves alive and have to suffer the consequences of that. The terrible nightmares, the aether instabilities that have difficult physical symptoms to manage. The horrible nausea, hand tremors, issues with sights and sounds—especially seeing. They end up with a lot of vision issues such as difficulties with brightness and their vision not adapting well; others like dry eye and bouts of their vision clouding out to near blindness. Y’shtola and Urianger take to investigating what is going on with their vision. They do take to wearing coverings such as blindfolds, sunglasses, goggles, etc to ease their eyes.
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every expansion it’s like having the training wheels on for a bit and then they take the training wheels off and shove you off a cliff
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NG+ just to play garlemald again
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Ansjdjdjd I forgot this happened rip ur dad alisaie and alphinaud
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eyrie has a lot of…delayed? or better yet repressed grief and anguish that comes back during their recovery in Sharlayan. There’s nothing for them to do for a long while other than lay in bed while being tended to; a lot of quiet time. Not much alone time, but not a lot of movement; they get time to sit in their thoughts and it’s….a mire, really. There was no time in Ultima Thule to feel angry or frustrated—to grieve for the companions they thought lost and to gain them back. It’s the worst sort of whiplash. This on top of the physical pains—the limitations of their vision and the frustrations. Old hurts dragged to the surface.
So Eyrie struggles. A great deal of panicked waking up—screams in the middle of the night in the Leveilleur estate. Uncontrollable crying and unable to express why; the sort of crying where they would end up unable to breathe from the rattling in their lungs, their head screaming in pain. It was concerning enough to wonder if something had happened in Ultima Thule, or the confrontation with the Endsinger had maliciously or unknowingly done something to harm them. (Alisaie thought it all nonsense and they were utterly grief stricken—just in an immense amount of pain and struggling to deal with it.)
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really wanna see eyrie cry, but I know I’m not gonna get that but I’m gonna think about it nonetheless
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