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[dongbangskies]

Deaths in FFXIV

They are so tragic but so beautiful because the focus is not the death itself but memory and who it has left behind.

Spoilers for Post ARR under the cut

I think its so beautiful that they did that because its reflects reality. This game does it so well.

This game set is good. So good.

For example, the Final Steps of Faith hurt more than the Vault or Ysayle sacrificing herself.

Or when Minifillia said her final goodbyes in the scene before she leaves for the First. Her thanking her friends for carrying on her hope. The first time we saw her as the Word of the Mother didn’t hurt nearly as much.

Or even earlier, the mourning of Moenbryda.

and the most recent for me, Papalymo.

Lyse's small dialogue in the duty to awaken Omega where she's like "Are you watching Papalymo?" and her constant reminder of his memory is way sadder than his actual death.

Some of the other deaths in FF (ex Noctis and Lunafreya or all of Type 0) have been sad but it was for the moment. This one keeps bringing it back and really drives it home.

This game set nails it.

[yzeltia]

FFXIVwrite2023 5. Barbarous

Characters: U'rahn Nuhn, Zenos yae Galvus, Kriel Baldesion, Raubahn Aldynn, Violet Fisher, Y'shtola Rhul, Jannie Eyradoux Expansion: Stormblood Rating: T Notes: CW Blood

Anguish. Despair. Defeat. The roar of it Echoed off every wall of Rhalgar's Reach. 

"Useless. Useless. Useless."

U'rahn pounded erratically his fists into the muddied earth under him, eyes stinging with blood, dirt, and tears. Someone had come to him, probably Jannie to console him and get him to stop. He didn't.

"Pathetic also-ran"

Zenos's words were rooted in his brain. He hadn't stood a chance, easily brushed aside so the Garlean could cross blades with Violet. He roared and beat his fists into the ground again.

His knuckles were raw, covered in blood, but not his. He remained protected. Blessed by light. Shielded. Violet and Y'shtola though had been wounded easily and for all his glory. His pride as Nuhn. Bravado Warrior of Light…He was useless. A child even. Barely seventeen summers.

More and more, others were paying for his incompetence. It seemed it would be without end.

Noraxia.

Punch.

Aulie.

Punch.

Aba.

Punch.

Una.

Punch.

Liavinne.

Punch.

Allen.

Punch.

Ursala.

Punch.

Clive.

Punch.

Satzfloh

Punch.

Moenbreya.

Punch.

Haurchefaunt.

Punch.

Ysayle

Punch.

Minfilia.

Punch.

U’noloh

Punch.

Papalymo

Punch. Punch. Punch. Punchpunchpunchpunchpunch.

"Enough of the madness son!"

U'rahn felt himself rise from the earth. He snarled and swung blindly out before him, tail thrashing as his body ignited with the fires of hate.

"LET ME GO. I'M GOING TO AFTER HIM. I WILL KILL ZENOS!"

Despite his screams, he was simply shaken, ragdolled in the air before he found himself carried to the water's edge and thrown into its depths. He let himself sink, letting the chill of the small lake envelope him and temper his rage. He stayed until he felt his lungs scream for air.

Surfacing, he found Raubahn looking down at him, hand on his hip. "Are you finished?"

U’rahn folded his ears, unable to meet the General's gaze.

"Yeah."

The man squatted down then made a hook with his arm for U'rahn to pull himself up with. The wet Miqo'te huffed, not the slightest bit incredulous about what had been done to him. He worked to catch his breath while Raubahn's large hand rested firmly on his back.

"You did well, U'rahn. You saved lives. No matter what you tell yourself, no matter what else happens, remember that," the General stated, giving the warrior a firm pat.

"Now, is there not somewhere else you ought to be?"

U'rahn sniffled a bit, wiping his with his palm, mostly cleansed from the impromptu bath. "Yeah…"

He took a moment to collect himself then wandered through to where Krile had stationed herself. His eyes drifted to Y'shtola and Violet's bodies. He never thought either of them could be described as frail, but it seemed their esteem and rough edges had been shed with their damaged clothes. 

With a loud slop, he fell into a chair between their beds, resting his arms on his legs, head hung and eyes closed. Soon a pair of grieves passed by him then turned. Jannie delicately rested her hand delicately on his shoulder soon after. He leaned into her touch, crossing his arm to put over his hand before he felt Krile delicately pull his head and offer a motherly kiss on his forehead. Anger quelled, he let out a sob.