"Fang: It's my fault Gran Pulse ended up like this, isn't it? I remember everything. I became Ragnarok. I scarred Cocoon. And I left Gran Pulse in this mess, It was me."

"Snow: Toppling the Sanctum."

"Snow: Making roads where roads ain't meant to go, huh? Kinda sounds like us. All right! Roly-poly! Let's hitch a ride on that thing."

"Fang: No, it's the truth. It's all my fault."

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

"Fang: Believe in Lady Luck now?"

"Vanille: Now you're thinking Grand Pulse style."

"Fang: Listen, you're not alone anymore."

"Fang: But Sazh-"

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

"Sazh: You've got more that enough weight on your shoulders. It was my fault at Euride--letting Dajh out of my sight like that. That one's on me."

"Snow: Well guys, heads up!"

"Sazh: You don't have to begin anywhere. What happened to Dajh...wasn't your fault."

"Sazh: Jeesh! I was just kidding! Yeah, I know. You're sticking with me till Daj wakes up. Could be a long wait. No one knows."

"Sazh: You watching me or something? Say something, or something!"

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

"Fang: What's Ragnarok?"

"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."

"Snow: Whoa. Look at that thing. Let me guess. That's a fal'Cie?"

"Fang: Didn't want to interrupt. And, you know...I didn't quite know where to begin,"

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

"Vanille: You mean become Ragnarok."

"Vanille: Oh, I don't know. How about another lifetime?"

"Hope: What does that even mean?"

"Sazh: Hey. Looks what we've got here! New friends, huh? Why don't you got day 'hi?'"

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

"Hope: Uh..really? I...When did I do that?"

"Galenth: Oh, it won't be fal'Cie who desstoy her. For centuries now, Cocoon has provided generously for its human inhabitants' every want and need. Coddled them, one might even say.The result being their deep seated gear and hatred of change and all things alien. Fed, nurtured, and ready to detonate at the slightest spark. The seeds of destruction take root, even now."

"Vanille: (crying) I'm so sorry."

"Snow: It was all wrong."

"Sazh: You keep growing like that, you'll be bigger than me before long, won't you? Maybe it'd be beast to just say good bye here"

"Lightning: An Ark?"

"Vanille: No, I'm sure you would have wound up here. Don't you remember you promised me? You promised me we'd come and see Gran Pulse together"

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

"Vanille: Yep, busy carving out new tunnels."

"Fang: Listen, funnyman, don't call this place hell, all right?"

"Snow: Raines…? Easy, guys, it's all right. Raines is a Sanctum officer. He's been helping us out--"

"Fang: Why are you here?"

"Lightning: So, we're decided then?"

"Vanille: (narrating) Maybe nothing would change. And maybe we'd dead end. But, we were at least going to see where the road would take us. The search for a home buried in the past. And the faintest glimmer of hope. Our final journey had just begun."

"Sazh: You're never alone in hell."

"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: Oh. Like the one you were just in?"

"Hope: I'll ask for help earlier next time"

"Vanille: Something on you mind?"

"Vanille: I told you. On Gran Pulse, we're all family. You can moan all you like, but you're stuck with us."

"Fang: Oh, I get. It's here to show you the way. Show what you've got what it takes to get back on your feet and do this thing!"

"Hope: You mean, that came from me?"