ⅹⅹ- [voice]

[mnementomori]

[a soft voice that might be familiar to some speaks up after a moment, a tinge of weariness in it.]

A lot of people...left again. I want people to be happy at home, but...


What...do you do when...your memories start to fade? I don't want to lose them forever.

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[histrionic]

Then you'll lose things. Things that matter to you.

In the end, we lose everything. For there can be no life without death. No beginning without an end.

[mnementomori]

But I did....die. Do you mean I will again?

[histrionic]

It could be many long years from now, but yes, everything ends.

You could live thousands of years, perhaps--I don't know how long a construct like you can last--but even those who live so long eventually find their finish somwhere. And just think of all the people you would see live and die, in all that time.

Every mortal person you meet.

[mnementomori]

[she draws in a sharp breath.]

I don't--want to. See that happen to my friends.

[histrionic]

How selfish. That happens to everyone. It is part of being alive. Death.

[mnementomori]

Part of...being alive.

It's selfish to want your friends not to suffer?

[histrionic]

Not at all, you silly child.

It's selfish to want to spare yourself all pain, all unpleasant emotions, when everyone must experience them. The rest of us do. We suffer and grieve, at times. You can't expect to be set apart, if you truly want to live.

[mnementomori]

[she falls silent again, her breathing becoming a little labored, as if Kuja's words are weighing her down.]

Living is--

I...I think I understand now. So then...no one can get away from suffering. That's why we should stay together?