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History would know them as heroes.
Others would perhaps name them as pawns in the threads that fate had cruelly woven.
Unable to move past their predestined paths.
Unfaltering yet ever doomed.
Their loved ones,
The Scions of the Seventh Dawn,
The Warrior of Light
They would know these characters differently.
The memories of their loss still hung heavy.
The bitter tears still stung.
Hearts still ached endlessly.
And desperation sometimes visited in the form of delusions of grandeur,
To somehow return to the past and undo what could not possibly be undone.
But these truths could not be changed.
History could not be unwritten.
The past need stay in the past.
Nevertheless, these were stories meant to be told,
Sung,
Written,
Composed.
Over and over,
Generation upon generation,
Time and time again.
For they had lived.
They had loved.
And they had made the ultimate sacrifice for a brighter future.
For an Eorzea that would know peace.
Along the way they taught many lessons that would not soon be forgotten.
For those we have lost,
For those we can yet save.
Do not despair.
Do not forget.
Smile.
Carry onward, dearest friends.
Continue toward the dream of a braver tomorrow.