His gaze drops away with the thought muttered. There was nothing to see in the Farplane of the people gone, and not everyone believed there was anything but images. Nothing but memories.
"You can see the Farplane from this small platform," he says after a moment. "That's how I know what it looks like; people go there to see those who moved on, but it's just a memory, floating there. You can't speak to them- I mean, you can, but they don't speak back."
He remembers his mother - her image, clearer than he's seen it in ages, even when it was faint and transparent.
"...it'd be nice, if they got that," he decides. "A lot of people died in my world...suddenly." To put it simply. "Even if it means the creeps are there - at least in Spira, they can't do anything once they're Sent. When you're gone, you're gone."
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His gaze drops away with the thought muttered. There was nothing to see in the Farplane of the people gone, and not everyone believed there was anything but images. Nothing but memories.
"You can see the Farplane from this small platform," he says after a moment. "That's how I know what it looks like; people go there to see those who moved on, but it's just a memory, floating there. You can't speak to them- I mean, you can, but they don't speak back."
He remembers his mother - her image, clearer than he's seen it in ages, even when it was faint and transparent.
"...it'd be nice, if they got that," he decides. "A lot of people died in my world...suddenly." To put it simply. "Even if it means the creeps are there - at least in Spira, they can't do anything once they're Sent. When you're gone, you're gone."