Everyone has lost something precious. Everyone here has lost homes, dreams, and friends. Now, Sin is finally dead. Now, Spira is ours again. Working together, now we can make new homes for ourselves, and new dreams. Although I know the journey will be hard, we have lots of time. Together, we will rebuild Spira. The road is ahead of us, so let's start out today. Just one more thing: the people and the friends that we have lost, or the dreams that have faded . . .
Never forget them.
They ship them in from farming villages: bastard daughters and extra mouths that can’t be fed. They thought they would be working in a factory. By the time they arrive… it’s much too late. •