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December 10, 2010 09:43:28 PM

The light has dimmed, the glory faded. All that's left of a loving village are the lonely ruins, crying from a distant. They lie there, tainted by time, vestiges of a peaceful yet distant past. Oerba, once covered with flowers, is now a barren land of dust and snow. It no longer resembles the home she once knew. From on top of Taejin's Tower, Fang gazed out at the wastage. All this chaos and loss, was it a result of the War of Transgression? Was this the evidence of her transformation into the beast, Ragnorak? Was this all her fault?
Fang fought back the tears that would have broken her. No, she cannot wipe. If that gate was to open, then she would never be able to close them again. She needed to be strong, strong enough to fight the cruel fates of a l'Cie. Fang knew from her wounded expression that Vanille needed her, especially now, especially here. Gazing into the distant, she tried to envision the last time they stood here. What a difference a century can make. From behind her, Fang heard Sazh calling her to go. Yes, she cannot afford to remember or to regret. The future is beckoning. The last fight is soon to come.
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 , my first fanfic, so please be gentle on the criticism
I just thought that Chapter 11 needed more cutscenes
especially in Oerba (could have been so much more emotional)
so here's what I think Fang must have felt during that cut scene on Taejin's Tower
hint: this passage is much better if you read it while listening to Dust to Dust
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