[It's her honest answer, and they can't fault her for feeling the way she does, but so little of it sits well with them.
The name "Carmen" for one. A name they're sure isn't a coincidence. Flashes of white and red and a kind voice like the sun peeking from behind stormclouds, offering a form of succor that nearly served to trap Heathcliff in his moment of despair. Just like the Distortions they'd faced before.
And death: the only guaranteed reward to lay at the end of the long road. The death of the Sephirot, of this "Angela," and of the countless employees of L Corp, buried beneath the ruins of every branch. Yuri, who'd never had a chance to recover her life before it was lost, who'd nearly buried beneath the ruins of her old workplace, whose coworkers beat eachother to death in those ruins in a bid to survive for just a little longer... Had she known this would happened? Had she agreed to die? Or was she swept along Lobotomy Corporation's flow, washing briefly ashore only to drown in the waters like all the rest?
All for a dream. A dream of a kinder, better world, one that they can't fault the people involved with the project for having. How could they, when they know what the City is like? When they have nothing better to offer?
They wish they knew what to say. But staying silent feels wrong too, so...]
That's the best you can hope for sometimes. A lack of regret. Finding some meaning in it all...
and then the Dante Big Thoughts...
The name "Carmen" for one. A name they're sure isn't a coincidence. Flashes of white and red and a kind voice like the sun peeking from behind stormclouds, offering a form of succor that nearly served to trap Heathcliff in his moment of despair. Just like the Distortions they'd faced before.
And death: the only guaranteed reward to lay at the end of the long road. The death of the Sephirot, of this "Angela," and of the countless employees of L Corp, buried beneath the ruins of every branch. Yuri, who'd never had a chance to recover her life before it was lost, who'd nearly buried beneath the ruins of her old workplace, whose coworkers beat eachother to death in those ruins in a bid to survive for just a little longer... Had she known this would happened? Had she agreed to die? Or was she swept along Lobotomy Corporation's flow, washing briefly ashore only to drown in the waters like all the rest?
All for a dream. A dream of a kinder, better world, one that they can't fault the people involved with the project for having. How could they, when they know what the City is like? When they have nothing better to offer?
They wish they knew what to say. But staying silent feels wrong too, so...]
That's the best you can hope for sometimes. A lack of regret. Finding some meaning in it all...