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FFX-2: Stop
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: What happens when you die?
"What do you think happens when we die, Paine?"
Gippal's question caught them all by surprise. Their training mission had gone well, after all, and the fiends released to be their opponents had all been dispatched quickly. There was no real reason to be thinking of death.
Paine busied herself with the recorder as she tried to think of an answer. "Well, our... souls come out as pyreflies, don't they? Leaving our bodies behind."
Baralai was frowning, a sure sign that he was thinking something through very thoroughly. "Unsent souls... become fiends. But when we kill fiends, pyreflies come out. I guess our souls go on a journey."
"I think we just stop. Like a machina that stops functioning," Nooj said, very softly, and all of them could almost have predicted that he would say that. Paine poked at the recorder a little more and Baralai kept thinking. Finally, Gippal stood up, walking over to the edge of their little camp.
"The Al Bhed... we believe kind of what Baralai said. That when our... our 'souls' leave our bodies, they carry on in a journey. When our bodies become useless, we pass on, and become new creatures or new people. And the way we feel when we die affects our next life, you know? That explains why some people, some souls, become fiends..."
"What are you trying to say, Gippal?" Paine asked, impatiently. She didn't like this kind of talk, preferring to live in the now. Preferring to not even think of the end of life because that really meant that somewhere along the line a fiend or Sin had got them.
"I was just wondering. The fiends we killed today..."
"Don't!" Baralai said, quickly, sharply, with almost a look of distress on his face.
"I'm sorry," Gippal said, but he didn't stop looking so thoughtful.
Nooj stood up, walking over to his pack to get something out. He spoke in only a mumble, but they could almost predict, as before, what he would say. "I'm hoping that when we die, we just stop."
And they all laughed at all the different theories, and all the ominous thoughts, because they were young and invincible. But that night, in their shared tent, they slept closer together and none of them got to sleep until very late.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: What happens when you die?
"What do you think happens when we die, Paine?"
Gippal's question caught them all by surprise. Their training mission had gone well, after all, and the fiends released to be their opponents had all been dispatched quickly. There was no real reason to be thinking of death.
Paine busied herself with the recorder as she tried to think of an answer. "Well, our... souls come out as pyreflies, don't they? Leaving our bodies behind."
Baralai was frowning, a sure sign that he was thinking something through very thoroughly. "Unsent souls... become fiends. But when we kill fiends, pyreflies come out. I guess our souls go on a journey."
"I think we just stop. Like a machina that stops functioning," Nooj said, very softly, and all of them could almost have predicted that he would say that. Paine poked at the recorder a little more and Baralai kept thinking. Finally, Gippal stood up, walking over to the edge of their little camp.
"The Al Bhed... we believe kind of what Baralai said. That when our... our 'souls' leave our bodies, they carry on in a journey. When our bodies become useless, we pass on, and become new creatures or new people. And the way we feel when we die affects our next life, you know? That explains why some people, some souls, become fiends..."
"What are you trying to say, Gippal?" Paine asked, impatiently. She didn't like this kind of talk, preferring to live in the now. Preferring to not even think of the end of life because that really meant that somewhere along the line a fiend or Sin had got them.
"I was just wondering. The fiends we killed today..."
"Don't!" Baralai said, quickly, sharply, with almost a look of distress on his face.
"I'm sorry," Gippal said, but he didn't stop looking so thoughtful.
Nooj stood up, walking over to his pack to get something out. He spoke in only a mumble, but they could almost predict, as before, what he would say. "I'm hoping that when we die, we just stop."
And they all laughed at all the different theories, and all the ominous thoughts, because they were young and invincible. But that night, in their shared tent, they slept closer together and none of them got to sleep until very late.