Final Fantasy XIII

"Galenth: Allow me to help you see the truth of things. The moment you arrived, your friend wept crystal tears. That's because her Focus required that you be brought together. That girl did nothing but assemble the tools for Cocoon's destruction."

"Lightning: Okay, so, I get it. Dysleys's goal is to forge us into stronger weapons. Right."

"Fang: Believe in Lady Luck now?"

"Galenth: Pitiful l'Cie, you've forgotten your Focus. Ragnarok is the beast one of you must become in order to lay waste to Cocoon. You have had the dream. One among you will become that monstrosity, defeat Orphan, and destroy Cocoon."

"Lightning: About Serah's Focus? Not like you to second-guess yourself."

"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."

"Fang: So, Light...How you figure this makes us lucky?"

"Fang: Well, good thing Lady Luck's on our side."

"Snow: Not anymore, it's not!"

"Fang: What's Ragnarok?"

"Vanille: Mr. Hero! Cocoon calling Snow!"

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

"Snow: It was all wrong."

"Lightning: An Ark?"

"Snow: I don't suppose it could just be--I don't know--good luck?"

"Lightning: Not to me. That? They we can do something about."

"Snow: Toppling the Sanctum."

"Hope: If we pull this off, it will be a miracle."

"Lightning: You got it!"

"Galenth: Cocoon is a factory, built by fal'Cie. A factory for the mass production of human thralls."

"Galenth: L'Cie? You mean me? Oh, child, perish the thought. I am more that that!"

"Galenth: Ease is not the issue. You have not fought to win. You should know quite well already the sure way of dispatching our kind. Ragnarok."

"Hope: Do you really think our Focus is what Dysley said it is?"

"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."

"Hope: It's almost like Dysley want it to come true."

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

"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: Yeah. You tried so hard to convince us that you even fooled yourself. You've been a total idiot. But still...It saved me. You trusted Serah. Let that faith drive you. It even made me want to believe."

"Vanille: This place--it must be an Ark."

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