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Class: Black Mage
Title: a question of honour
Summary: For the weekly challenge over at
airship_lounge. The song that came up was Sarah Brightman's A Question of Honour. Lyrics pertinent to this fic: "And the way that you choose / is a question of honour." Cecil, Celes and Leo: the way it went, and the way it might have been. Three really, really short fics on the same theme.
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Celes, Leo
Word count: 137
Rating/warnings: None?
[ffiv: cecil]
i.
The battle is won; your path set right.
Sheathe now your sword, new-made paladin; some things were always meant to be.
ii.
Some things were never meant to be.
Wear your dark armour well, fallen one; it is the only one you will ever bear.
[ffvi: celes]
i.
Opera singer, Returner hero, woman who saved the world.
These are your titles now; the rest have been forgotten.
ii.
Maranda burns; Doma withers and dies.
Have you any regrets, General? The Empire has no room for those.
[ffvi: leo]
i.
Your name will be lost to all but those who knew you.
Rest in peace, Leo Cristophe; honourable man in a dishonourable world.
May you never be remembered with hate.
ii.
You could have tried to stop him; you did not.
This is the truth, and you must live with it.
May you, one day, find peace.
Title: a question of honour
Summary: For the weekly challenge over at
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Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Celes, Leo
Word count: 137
Rating/warnings: None?
[ffiv: cecil]
i.
The battle is won; your path set right.
Sheathe now your sword, new-made paladin; some things were always meant to be.
ii.
Some things were never meant to be.
Wear your dark armour well, fallen one; it is the only one you will ever bear.
[ffvi: celes]
i.
Opera singer, Returner hero, woman who saved the world.
These are your titles now; the rest have been forgotten.
ii.
Maranda burns; Doma withers and dies.
Have you any regrets, General? The Empire has no room for those.
[ffvi: leo]
i.
Your name will be lost to all but those who knew you.
Rest in peace, Leo Cristophe; honourable man in a dishonourable world.
May you never be remembered with hate.
ii.
You could have tried to stop him; you did not.
This is the truth, and you must live with it.
May you, one day, find peace.