Final Fantasy XIII

"Vanille: (narrating) Hey, Serah... So I guess a l'Cie doesn't have to mean you can't do what's right. Does it?"

"Hope: (regarding Gran Pulse) If nothing, we know Cocoon is safe for the time being. I'd say it's worth going to take a look."

"Hope: I made him a promise.I promised him to keep going, and do what I had to. He said only I would know what that was. The world's full of lies. There's no way of knowing what's right. All we can do believe on ourselves It's easy to sit back and let people trick you. Like how the Sanctum had us all thinking that a l'Cie was some sort of monster. I'm done with their lies. Fal'Cie, this whole Focus thing. From here on out I use my own eyes. Think. And act. I might not make all the right choices. But as long as I'm the one who decided what to do, there's nothing regret."

"Sazh: Okay. All right. Let's do it! I'm with you, bad choices and all!"

"Vanille: (narrating) A world wild and fragile, vibrant and untamed...Gran Pulse. It's a place where lives are ruled by the brutal struggle for survival and the callous and uncaring whim of the fal'Cie. There is no such thing as mercy...only a never ending string of trials that weed out the weak and leave only the strong. Raines knew the truth...the purpose lying in the heart of the fal'Cies' actions: 'Recalling their lost deity and returning the world to its former glory.' People were never anything more than sacrifices. And Cocoon's destruction? It's just a way to wake a sleeping god. But would bringing back the Maker into this world really lead to our salvation? The Maker created fal'Cie...and they, in their desperation of being reunited with the Maker, created l'Cie. And l'Cie? I wonder what we'll end up creating. Our future looked bleak. But as long as we could keep our spirits up...we'd find a way to change our fate--somehow."

"Sazh: How long has it been since left Cocoon? Hm? Not a single soul for miles around, not a single clue about this whole l'Cie mess! What I'm saying is, we did well just getting this far."

"Sazh: Meaning?"

"Vanille: That's still one place..."

"Lightning:You know, if we don't find anything this time, we won't get another chance."

"Hope Oerba--the place it all began. The place where the Pulse fal'Cie lay dreaming. Vanille and Fang's home. Just maybe... it will be the place where we find the answers we're looking for."

"Hope[starts crying]: But that what scares me! I don't...I don't want see you get hurt because of me. It would be better for everyone if I just stayed behind."

"Fang: Mention ordeals, and look what comes along!"

"Hope: The wind--it's dying down."

"Lightning: Yeah, it's stopping. And we're decelerating. They up to something?"

"Fang: That looks a lot more like bad luck."

"Snow: You've got a point."

"Lightning: Because when we kill, we're a step closer to Vanille. How's that?"

"Sazh: Uh-so? What's on the agenda?"

"Sazh: No, I mean really."

"Lightning: He's serious, We're gonna take down the the Sanctum and give Cocoon back to the people. The fal'Cie have called the shots for long enough."

"Sazh: Yeah--Lady Bad Luck!"

"Snow: Time to Purge a Primarch!"

"Snow: Monster! People are not yours to use!"

"Galenth: What else does one do with tools?"

"Galenth: What can mere men do? Without our help, death is all of which you're capable. You saw the fools. A mindless mob drunk on fear of a few l'Cie."

"Lightning: If they only knew a l'Cie was filling their glasses...!"

"Barthandelus: I am fal'Cie. My name is Barthandelus. Voice of the Sanctum and Lord-Soverign of the Cocoon fal'Cie. Your kind feared the darkness, so we gave you light.You begged us for the Purge, and did it not come to pass? Now your spurn our counsel? You must learn your place!"

"Sazh: Guess fal'Cie don't go now down as easy as the rest of us."

"Galenth: Did it never occur to you? Or did you simply refuse to countenance the thought? If you will not face the truth, then face the peril of your plight."

"Galenth: Run, l'Cie. See how stark really is!"

"Vanille: You mean become Ragnarok."

"Sazh: Destroy the fal'Cie Eden, and shatter Cocoon. That's what the vision is telling us more or less. So, we're back to square one. Out of luck."

"Sazh: Seems that way. He sure didn't mind explaining it. 'Here's you Focus on a silver platter.'"

"Snow: Hey, uh, I've got to apologize. It looks like I was wrong."

"Snow: Well, even heroes make mistakes."

"Lightning: What about your plan to save Cocoon? Either way, your faith in Serah was strong. That strength got you this far."

"Lightning: An Ark?"

"Fang: That what they called 'em. Long ago, the fal'Cie who made their home on Gran Pulse were afraid of invasion from the outside. As part of their battle preparations, they created an army living weapons. And they stored those weapons in Arks, and they hide the Arks all over the world. Everyone on Gran Pulse knew the legend."

"Sazh: Not Cie'th, but monsters all the same."

"Hope: Think of it as training for the fight ahead."

"Fang: Why are you here?"

"Lightning: Raines! You traitor!"

"Fang: You’re a l’Cie!?"

"Cid: Since long before we met. I did my best to assist you as bid by the Sanctum fal'Cie. Now do you understand? The fal'Cie haved watched over you, guiding your every step. The 'luck' that saved you time and again was a deliberate machination. Why, you may ask? The Primarch--or should I say Barthandelus--is crafting you into the instruments of Cocoon's demise."

"Snow: I don't think so. All Raines did was try to save Cocoon in his way. His own way!"

"Vanille: (narrating) I think Raines was searching--searching for a way to make us understand. To understand the frustration of being a l'Cie---a l'Cie bound to a Focus. And maybe... what it meant to be human."

"Snow: Way out? Who said there was one? Bring it on. My mind is made up.Maybe I will end up a Cie'th. But until rake happens, I'm gonna make Serah proud. I couldn't bring myself to admit that this tear meant good-bye. And that's why I kept searching for her. But I didn't need to. Serah was here the whole time. Right here, watching over me, Now I get it. What this tear's been telling me is to not let our Focus win.It's not the fal'Cie we should listen to. It's Serah, and Raines. Do you know why? Because our Focus doesn't matter! What matter to me is that we protect Cocoon, whatever it takes!"

"Vanille: Same here. I'll help you do it."

"Fang: Let Cocoon gets what's coming. They hate us for being l'Cie. What's it to me if they die? Better that than watch a friend go Cie'th! If you don't have the nerve for it, I'll do it myself. Go on alone, get stronger, and smash Cocoon out of the sky!"

"Hope: Yeah. I always thought the Eidolons appeared to set us free through death. But now... I think maybe they're here to snap us out of our slumps"