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Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface, quietly but surely.
This place with these people. There must be a reason for it. She saw fit to send me to this city for some reason. Perhaps that was why she turned from me, that there was something more she wanted me to do or learn. Is this it? Is this where the last act will be written?
Three friends, but now only two. Perhaps he is now the one that flew away. With the role of hero before me, I find myself unsure what to do with it. Then again, it could be Angeal destined to be the hero, and I am the one captured in this strange city of whirling horses and a ticking clock. I sat listening to it yesterday, let it grow louder. A SOLDIER always has to know their limits. There's something in each sweep of the clock's hand that unsettles one, an wordless way of saying that one is alone and will slowly edge towards insanity with that knowledge. But why? What purpose does it serve? How is it connected to the carousel? A spinning pageantry of paint and flash, symbolizing what little we are in the end?
Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
(he pauses there, most likely staring out a window thoughtfully before gathering his thoughts up again)
So many seem content to pick up the severed threads of their lives here and continue on. It's an attractive thought, especially with Angeal here once more. The real Angeal that lives and breathes on, here before me instead of the greying and degrading one that strayed from my side to rejoin his pup, to save his tattered honour and pride. It was not a surprise to me that he did.
Legend shall speak of sacrifice at world's end.
That slow ticking that grows quieter with the voices of others to drown it out, with the presence of others to draw one's eye away from the fact that we're on nothing more than a carousel of our own... and finding out what sacrifice will be asked this time.
Angeal is calling. Perhaps he has something when he says I dig too deeply on things at times.
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What are these races I keep seeing bits and pieces on? I take it they aren't chocobo ones when the word 'death' is mentioned.
Employment. There is a concern I thought I wouldn't have again. If Fair can get one then I am sure that I can. With the size of this place, there would be something or another I can do. Still have your love for gardening, Angeal?
That does make me wonder if this place has praying mantises.