i was in a coffee shop, running away from home when i heard the news. our hero, jecht, gone. vanished into thin air. my dad must have been his biggest fan. i knew how sad he'd be. i went running straight back home. we sat up talking 'bout jecht all night. my dad and i never talked so much.
Thane: I have worked so hard. Meditated and prayed and done good deeds. Atoned for the evils I’ve done. Prepared. I consider my body’s death, and a chill settles in my gut. I am afraid, and it shames me.