At the bottom of a dark ocean lay a city, broken and crumbling but still alive with light, blending both modern and ancient aesthetics in a distorted and faded glory. At the heart of it all stood Jecht, arms folded and motionless on a platform that overlooked the ruins. The lack of air didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

So this was it. He was doomed to be a tool. Just trying to do the right thing, and where did he end up? Being used for power. Same as he'd done for Braska, except not by choice. Same as he'd done for Yu Yevon. All he wanted to do was live his life. Maybe see his kid again. It wasn't gonna happen, no matter what.

Everything'd gone very wrong. Guess that was the life a guy like him deserved.