Lightning Messages were found in the console versions of Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII via Outerworld Services. Posting the messages to Facebook allowed one to see both the image and Lightning's inner thoughts on the post whereas Twitter only showed the picture.

They were Lightning's thoughts about the story events and side-quests in the game and appeared after each one. Players had the option of sending out the Lightning Messages by pressing the Start button and sending the messages out alongside their Outerworld service character.

These messages are still accessible in ALL versions of the game via loading screens meaning if you saved after completeing a side-quest, quit, and reloaded your save, you'll be able to see the message. You cannot view the messages after completing quests by pressing the Start button any longer.

With the basic description down... My first guide! Woo! Anyways, I originally uploaded these to my Tumblr a LONG time ago, but I figured for anyone interested, I'd post them here, too.

Also these all contain spoilers so if you haven't beaten the game yet, please view at your own discretion!

In an Unseen Place
“I know you haven’t changed-‘cause you can’t.” Lumina spat the words at me in defiance. She worms beneath my defenses, seeing through my act as Bhunivelze’s loyal servant, and sneering at my hypocrisy. As if I am pathetic for stamping down my true feelings and never showing how I feel. And yet…and yet, I cannot hate her. For over a thousand years I’ve acted the same, thinking that it could protect Serah. And if it will bring Serah back to me now, I will happily play any role I have to. If Serah will live again, I don’t care what happens to me…


A Mirage Called Serah
I met Serah. My reward for working as Bhunivelze’s servant, I suppose. But when I finally saw her again after so many years, I felt no stirring in my heart. I know I should question why, but I find myself afraid to know the truth. Is it because I’ve lost something, some vital part of myself? Or is my contract with almighty god just a lie?


Inside a Hollow Heart
No merrymaking, no matter ho happy you are. Don’t show your real feelings; keep happiness and sorrow alike locked away in your heart. That’s the kind of child I was once. The vision of Serah accused me of it, and I know it is true. I was never really a child… No. I was never able to be a child. I was just a girl trying to make herself grow up by suppressing her own emotions. Now I’m no longer a girl, and I have no idea what happened to the heart I tried so hard to hide.


A Promise of Lies
Hope is no longer Hope, and the Serah I see resurrected is an imposter… Lumina makes me doubt everything with her claims. I thought I’d prepared myself: I knew Bhunivelze was not a benevolent god. I knew he must be tricking me into doing his bidding. Lumina sees through me, and makes me see a truth I was avoiding. She digs out secrets in my heart that I don’t realize are there. In the end, am I even Lightning any longer? Or am I just the savior, a tool made by a god who speaks nothing but lies?


My Fake Sister
Serah says that her journey through time to save the world was a meaningless failure. That all she’s left with is the memory of mistakes. She tells me that she wants to forget the feelings she had, the people she met, and start afresh in the world. The doubt that I had been trying to ignore now swells into a disbelief that I even I can’t pretend doesn’t exist. She is not Serah. She’s nothing more than a puppet in the form of my beloved sister, fashioned by a god who cannot understand the human heart.


Out of Reach
I’m losing my way, left shaken and trembling by shadows of the Chaos. First Lumina, and now Yeul. She showed me a vision of the people I love leaving me behind: Snow, Noel, Sazh, Vanille, Fang, even Hope… But then, what else can I expect? If I’m to fight God in the end, I have to do it alone. I know that. So what is this feeling like grief that I find welling up within me? I’m like a lost child, left alone to her tears and no helping hand in sight. And this makes me doubt what I must do. Is this all part of Lumina’s plan?


A Man Who Fought Gods
I have met a strong man. A man who defied the great fal'Cie of the past; A man who was marked as a l'Cie yet refused to become a Cie'th; a man who transformed into crystal by his own will alone. His soul, still clinging tenaciously to its form after 1000 years in the Chaos, calls out to me. He says that if I want the power of Chaos for myself, I should entrust it to Serah. I hear what he tells me, but do I really understand? Can I do what he asks?


Farewell to Hope
“Keep your eyes front. I’ll watch the rear.” I knew the real Hope would remember the words I spoke to him when he was just a boy, even if the Hope I knew up until yesterday did not. The end is upon us now. With no more need to keep watch over me, Bhunivelze has loosened his grip on Hope, and Hope’s soul has fought to the surface. I won’t ever forget the advice that you gave me, Hope. Thank you for watching my back all this time.



The End of Loyalty
There is no more future for this world. The souls that have been saved will be led to the new world that Bhunivelze has created-but he only wants the pure, untainted souls that have survived the past 500 years. The Soulsong was to erase the memories of the living and consume the souls of the dead, so his new world will be populated only by the ideal humans. He deceived all of us, believers and heretics alike. But I am free from my pact now, and I can fight back. I can become the savior I wanted to be, and lead Serah and all the dead to a new world of second chances.

Hunting the Savior
The lights of so many precious lives flicker out each day, one by one, like petals stolen by a cold wind. There are those who think that the savior, the final pawn in Bhunivelze’s long game, is an evil existence that must be removed from the world. And so each day they sacrifice another poor girl, guilty of nothing more than a passing resemblance to me. I don’t want to see anyone else die for me. I will scour this dark city of light until I find the ones responsible.

Find the Pass Code
This town lives under the watchful eye of the Order of Salvation, the church that worships almighty Bhunivelze. And in this city, those who still pray to Etro, goddess of death, are seen as heretics. They have been driven out of the light and into the shadows of the city, until the darkness filled their hearts as well. A code of four numbers is all that prevents me from stopping a cruel and ruthless sacrifice. If I cannot find it in time, another life will be lost, and another soul barred forever from the next world.

Whispers of the Future
Long ago, there was a tribe of Farseers on Gran Pulse. Among them was a gifted seeress who could witness events from the future, in return for a portion of her own life. Those visions were stored for eternity in Oracle Drives. One such Oracle Drive shows my last moments-as the destroyer of Nova Chrysalia. It shows my death at the hands of the Shadow Hunter, Noel Kreiss. Confronted by this irrefutable vision of the future, we are struck silent.

The True Shadow Hunter
A master swordsman who is a living legend in the Warren, he strikes fear into those who live in the light of God. He is the symbol of the darkness that lurks in Luxerion, and is hailed as a knight of Etro. But I can’t reconcile the rumors I hear of this Shadow Hunter with the Noel I once knew, the man who traveled through time and space with Serah. No matter how hopeless the past 500 years have been, I can’t believe he would become the leader of these murderous heretics-I have to find the real Noel for myself.

A Dream Shared by Two
Hope can be a cruel thing. As long as you still cling to it, you dream. But when reality knocks you down again and again, you can do terrible things in the name of that dream. A glimmer of hope, dangled before you in the form of an absurd prophecy… It’s no wonder Noel wanted to believe in such a future. After all, Yeul was there. She is the one dream the Noel could never let go of, even when he was the last human alive in a future where time had lost all meaning. I won’t let hope be a torment any longer. Not in the new world. Nor for those two.

Memories of a Friend
A small stone, glittering with all the colours of the rainbow. It leads me unexpectedly to a reunion with an old friend. It’s been a thousand years since Vanille and I last met. She spent much of that time as a pillar of crystal, holding up Cocoon, while I was tasked with protecting Valhalla, a world without time. Now I am Bhunivelze’s savior and she is the Order’s saint. In this world where nothing seems to change, is she the same as I remember? Am I? The long years that stretch between us make me uncertain, but I still can’t help feeling a thrill of excitement. I have missed my friends.

Remorseful Saint
The flow of time. Once upon a time, it granted us the sweet balm of forgetfulness, and had the power to wash the past clean-every grief, every sin, every insult. But not anymore. In the never-ending now that humanity drifts in, nothing is forgotten. Humanity has fallen outside of the flow of time and straight into aprison of eternity. The cries of the dead will never cease, and Vanille’s guilt will never fade.

Blood is Good for the Soul
There are those who, after being promised eternity, can only feel truly alive in the midst of reckless battle. These people gravitate toward bounty hunting, a trade where they put their own lives on the line to fight monsters that emerge from the Chaos. The rewards they earn are not equal to the danger, but I don’t think that matters. The passion, the show-the urge to challenge yourself beyond your own limits-is one of the forces that drives humanity forward. The foolish daredevils, struggling against their fates in a stagnant world, should not be ridiculed. I pray that they will be blessed, for they are the champions who carry humanity’s torch.

Seeds of Life Lost
Shining in the dark sea of Chaos, there is a faint glimmer of light. It is the stuff of creation: a sinister pulse that might just become a new monster, but that should rightly have been reborn as a human. That is what the soul seeds are. Each dying human is supposed to return to the Chaos and then be reborn again, but the cycle is broken. Nothing can be broken here but darkness. I watch as the workings of the universe crumble before me and know that the unseen power grows stronger with each death…

A Memento of Lost Love
In a life that never changes, the pain of losing your family never fades, never mellows. Every day it is exposed anew, like a wound not allowed to heal. For one lonely little girl, the only thing that kept this pain at bay was the doll her mother left her. In my mind, I see Serah again, clutching at her stuffed animals as if they could somehow replace the warmth and love that died with our parents.

A False Eden
A world where no one ever ages. Back when I lived on Cocoon, I fantasized about such a thing and wondered: would we make a utopia on earth? Would we build a society where we supported one another free of our greed? Reality has shown me the answer is no. There is just as great a gap between rich and poor as there ever was. No help comes to those who need it, and they fall into despair. A new religion based on salvation only gives birth to new discrimination. But despite all this, I want to believe that there is still light in people’s hearts. I want to believe that somewhere, deep within them, lurks the will to help one another and make this world closer to the ideal we all imagine.

The Broken CycleThe dead have taught me this. What lies beyond is not nothingness. Each soul was given a new heart and reborn as a new life, guided always by the goddess Etro. She was both the goddess of death and the goddess of creation, the one who breathed life into our hearts. Her absence is why humanity now lives in a stagnant eternit. Even if the almighty Bhunivelze makes a new world, there will be no new human life unless someone takes Etro’s role. Surely he knows that. So what is his plan?

A Rose from a Dead Hand
Even if people no longer age, time does not slow disease. For a mother suffering from the pain of an illness, death may look very much like salvation: the release from her own frailty. But a phantom rose, left behind by a woman cut down before her own time, brings new resolve. She will fight her illness until the end of the world and spend every moment she can with her son. though she has not escaped her pain, I hope this extra time brings true happiness, for her and for Myka.

A Good Man Returns
The man who tried to protect the people with the power of his pen is back. Even if he has committed wrongs which can never be undone, he will summon the courage to continue his work. His mistakes cannot be erased, but he can atone for them. Armand is surely wiser than he was before, but his sharp pen is also tempered with an awareness and kindness. I’ve made many wrong decisions in my own life, but often you don’t find out until too late that there was a better way. Perhaps the path I walk now i the only I can atone for past sins.

A Million Lies, One truth
A life that goes on for hundreds of years with no change… A young girl tells me that it makes the people apathetic, that they’ve lost sight of what it means to have a tomorrow, to care for one another. It is every man for himself now. Disillusioned, the girl decides to make a deadly gamble against this cynicism. If someone will believe a liar like her, then perhaps there’s some point in staying alive until the world’s end. But if no one saves her, then she will be murdered by the heretics. That has her wager, and I was the “someone” she decided to bet on.

Lover Lost to Time
Philiana was the one person in this world for whom time flowed as it should. Cursed or blessed by the goddess Etro-who should not even exist-she ran from her fiancée and hid herself away. Because she loved him so, she did not want to burden him with watching her grow old. She could stay with him and be subjected to his grief, or leave him and be alone in her sorrow. Perhaps the greatest joy in life is to find a person who will share the journey, so you can walk through your lives side by side. Will I ever find that for myself? When this world is over, will I be able to walk with Serah and my friends again?

A Man Ruled by Hate
There once was a man who chose to forget himself. He had a good enough reason-remembering would have broken him forever. The sorrow of having all that mattered torn away from him, and the hatred for the person responsible, would have dragged him into ruin. But the illusion of sanity that he had built around him could never replace the happy memories that he once had. Returning his diary meant returning his memories-both the good and the bad. His soul may move on in peace, but I will never forget his choice.

The Sorrowful Understudy
She was a natural-born actress. She could see straight into the hearts of customers and give tears to those who needed them. Over such a long life, emotions can fade away. For those who have forgotten how to cry, she offers her tears. Customers remember the poignancy of their pain, and in doing so, they remember how to feel real joy in their hearts. But she says that I don’t need her tears. I suppose she’s right. I don’t want to feel sorrow. The only thing I want to feel is whatever has been torn from me. Whatever used to fill gaping hole in my soul.

Beginning of the End
The savior of souls-that is what I am called now. I fell from soldier to l'Cie, from l'Cie to Etro’s knight. Now it is the almighty god, Bhunivelze, who has brought me back from crystal sleep to him. My duty: to guide the people so that they will be reborn in the new world of his making. My partner in this great task is Hope Estheim. Once he was my ally and my equal, a man destined to lead the people of Cocoon in their time of need. But now he appears before me as a boy once again. He says he will lead me on my journey through this ageless world. The clock is winding down. The countdown has begun. the last days of Nova Chrysalia are now.

The Pleasure Palace
They dance, if only to forget. They clamor, if only to be free from thought. The glittering city of Yusnaan erupts in a rapturous banquet, all so that her people can turn their eyes from the horrors that lie in the darkness. They are running from a doom that draws ever nearer. And at the head of the table stands the man I would least expect. Snow, you have lived enough lifetimes to drive anyone from their senses. Is that what’s changed you? Am I the one who is at fault, for leaving you all alone for so long? A thousand years ago, we were drawn together by the one we both loved. But what unites us now?

Fireworks and Memories
Brilliant fireworks bloom across the inky night sky. Here in Yusnaan, they signify the start of another night of mindless revelry and pleasure-seeking. I find myself drawn back into memory, to another night that was painted in the glow of a fireworks show. Back in the days when Cocoon still hung in the sky, we held a fireworks display every year in our hometown of Bodhum. We were all there, at that last holographic performance, but I didn’t enjoy a moment of it. After all, it was my last night ever as Sergeant Farron of the Guardian Corps.

Devil on the Tracks
She smiles impishly at me with a face so like my sister’s-but it’s a cruel expression that I never saw on Serah’s face. Why is Lumina so alike, and yet so unlike, my lost sister? In a teasing tone, she stabs right through my defenses and hits me where I am weakest. I know that I’ve lost something. Something is missing from me. Is that why I don’t remember this kind of Serah? Is it my faulty memory-or is there another reason for why Lumina is how she is?

A Plan to Invade
It’s a daring plan. The walls around Snow’s palace, where he has hidden himself away, are too high to scale. So Hope wants me to use the elaborate stage design of Yusnaan’s theater to build a bridge. I don’t know whether to call it brilliant or insane. Either way, it seems unlike Hope. “Keep your eyes front.” That’s what I told him once, hundreds of years ago in Cocoon’s Gapra Whitewood. But when I tried to remind him of that conversation, his blithe answer betrayed no memory of the past, of what we once shared, and that filled me with a strange sorrow. Hope, have you really forgotten the bonds that once held us together?

Stealing the Show
Hope is out of his mind-he wants me to star in the show! He tried to throw my own words back at me, odds burned forever in my mind from our journey through the Gapra Whitewood. I know that I have no choice, but acting? On stage? …Then again, I am the real savior, I suppose if I just be myself, it should be good enough for an audience… Right?

Destroyer of Illusions
When art stops innovating, it loses any meaning it once held. If all you do is repeat the same actions, the same words, the same tunes, you are just a cog in a practiced machine. The savior that is played on the stage-the role that I’ve been forced to take up-has become such a cog. But not this time. I’m going to upend the complacency I see around me and make sure that the last show in the world is also the most memorable.

The Pendant
Sometimes our memories bind us more tightly than any lock or chain could. In Snow’s rooms, I found the pendant that Snow gave Serah when they got engaged.. A symbol of their love, unchanged even a thousand years after that promise was made. Does the memory bind Snow in his torment… or could it be the key to his salvation? I think of that distant day when they came to me, telling me they wanted to get married. I snapped, shouting at Serah when she was trying to confide in me. That pendant, glittering on her chest, seemed like it woad going to steal away the only family I had left.

How to Perform Miracles
Snow was never the type to think things through. There’s no forgetting that. A thousand years ago, when Cocoon was still floating in the sky, we were marked as l'Cie. That cursed act with the fal'Cie gods gave us great strength, but condemned us to a terrible duty. A duty that Snow brushed aside like it was nothing, in order to save Serah, and our world. I know he hasn’t changed. He’s just…tired. He is still capable of miracles. I wouldn’t accept anyone less into my family.

A Taste of the Divine
All of the best cooks have something that is unique, a certain flavor all of their own, a secret recipe or spice that makes their dishes stand out. After helping to get a failing restaurant back on its feet, I feel like I understand why people become so enthusiastic over food. I used to view it as nothing but fuel to keep me alive and fighting. But now, I honestly think I could cook a decent pie. Wait until you see your sister in the kitchen, Serah-you’re going to be in for a shock!

Circle of Love
What form does love take? Is it a bowstring, taut with desire? A soft quilt, comforting and warm? Or is it a perfect circle, made of two halves, fit seemingly together as one? When I see the love between that legendary songstress and her composter, I think of two halves of a spinning top. Together, their weight balances each other and allows them to go spinning forever, appearing almost magic. But if they come apart, all that is left is two broken pieces that cannot stand on their own. Then love is mutual dependence-but where does that leave me? I’ve never been able to depend on others. Does that mean I cannot love?

Time Cures Nothing
A young boy lost his father and let his heart turn to stone. In a world where no one ages, time does not always heal wounds. Instead, the endless weight of it can crush us. If we are to escape the pain, we must face reality and heal our own wounds. I’m also a prisoner of this world now, and here is not much time left in it for me. Can my heart change? Have my wounds healed? Will I be able to fight this fight, all the way to the end?

A Most Deadly Game
In the world that I knew, aging was a thing to fear: a herald of coming death. I’m sure that many people must have felt they would give anything to never grow old. But in a world where exactly that has happened, everyone has realized the truth. Sooner or later, an endless life, without goals and without change, becomes mired in apathy. Then there is nothing left but fleeting thrills-and if those thrills can only be found by risking your life in a mad game then so be it. Such a death is not easy or peaceful, but still they clamored for it.

A Chocobo’s Plea
While running around Yusnaan in search of chocobo chicks, I was able to forget my task as the savior, and for a while, I was able to shrug off the weighty burden. My heart feels lighter after what I have seen. There are still things in this world that we cannot explain, miracles that come true. Somehow, I know now that I will see my mission through to the end. I will perform my role as savior, and I will get Serah back. We will be together again, just like those chocobo friends…

Fire in the Sky
The brilliant, multi-coloured blooms in the night sky have healed one young man’s sorrow. Couples in love have always been drawn to fireworks-it was true in Bodhum, and it is true here in Yusnaan. Playing the part of his beloved helped save that young man’ soul, but so too did the fleeting beauty of the fireworks, whose bright bursts cauterized the pain of the past. I wonder. Does Snow order these nightly shows in a bad to ease the hurt of losing Serah?

The Courage to Love
A man who watched and a woman who noticed. If he had just summoned courage earlier, they could have spent the past 500 years together. Even after living so long, it seems that love can still make a coward out of anyone. Or perhaps it is just too painful to face an endless future where you have tried to love, but failed. It is impossible to live in this narrow, drowning world without running into former lovers every time you turn a corner. It is hard to outrun the consequences of failure when you have so much time, and so little space.

A Taste of Chaos
My introduction to experimental alchemy has been an odd experience. The would-be alchemist used me to test the efficiency of an elixir-in an experiment that could kill the subject. I still don’t know why I agreed. Could it be that somewhere, deep down, I knew the alchemist was on the right track? In any case, the alchemist’s work seems to prove that our souls are born of the Chaos. Does that mean that the Chaos overrunning our world is made of unborn souls?

The All-Seeing Eye
It shouldn’t be surprising that those who dabble in alchemy are the sort of people who like to toy with others. In my shock at being recognized as the savior by a pair of unlikely fortune tellers, I completely fell into their game and ended up playing out their “foretold future.” In the end, no harm was done, and in fact, we did a lot of good. The funny thing is, I was just pretending to go along with them, but in the end I did everything they asked of me. Did I really have free will-or simply the illusion of it?

Quiet of the Night
The night belongs to the monsters. Once the sun sets, the Chaos roils and monsters spill forth to menace mankind. But not in the Dead Dunes. Here, night brings a sort of peace, for in this place of death, the monsters rest when the sun does. Such nights remind me of more peaceful times, of being wrapped in my mother’s warm embrace. After my parents died, I tried to purge those memories, so that I could be strong for Serah. I wanted to be her mother, but to her I must have seemed more like a jailer…

Queen of Bandits
I went to meet a bandit boss, but instead found myself face-to-face with an old friend, Fang. She had been born in a distant age on Gran Pulse, and awoke from one crystal sleep only to fall into a second when she and Vanille became the pillar that held Cocoon in the sky. Freed from the crystal again here at the end of the world, she has become the head of a bandit gang in order to find the holy clavis. It’s been a long time since we last fought together. Are we still allies? Can I still rely on Fang?

Raiding Ruins
The ruins have been waiting for me. Ruins that were built long before there was even a Cocoon in the sky. The seal on the entrance had rejected every effort by the bandits to break it but it melted away before the power of the savior. Now adventurers who had long abandoned these deserts will come flocking back, lured by the promise of new plunder. The bandit settlement will be filled with life, and the Dead Dunes booming like they haven’t in centuries.

Fight for the Clavis
The clavis may finally be within reach. The news has spread like wildfire and drawn not only new bandits to the Dead Dunes but also the Order’s Secutors. The Order wants to use the clavis and their holy saint, Vanille, in a ceremony that will cleanse the world of the souls of the dead. But for Vanille, the ceremony will mean death. Fang knows this, and so she seeks the clavis in order to protect Vanille.

Fang’s Truth
What is the best way to keep buried treasure away from your enemies? Find it first, of course. If the Order could not find the clavis, they could not force Vanille to sacrifice herself in the Soulsong. That is why Fang has spent long years here in the desert, watching over the ruins. In the end, her efforts were in vain, and the Order made off with the prize. But Fang doesn’t give up easily. I have no doubt what she intends to do now-she will try to stop the ceremony.

Do Robots Dream?
Back when human lifetimes came with a time limit, machines seemed immortal. But 500 years ago, that belief was turned on its head. Machines eventually ear out and break down, and now it is the humans who live on without again. The dilapidated robot that I met in the ruins used every last bit of energy it had to try and save its friends. It believed that the humans it had so loved were still alive, even after hundreds of years, trapped behind a stone wall. The End was easy to predict and I don’t think it was a tragedy. Those people died knowing their mechanical friend was safe. In their final moments, there was no distinction between the finite or infinite, nor the living or machine.

For a Better Future
When just starting out on the path to becoming a researcher, a young boy lost his father and his direction in life. His appraising skills, taught to him by his father, were all he had left. But when the desert boom ended and most of the bandits abandoned the ruins, there was no one left to value his work. He was plunged into despair, and only by recovering his father’s tools, once thrown away in a fit of anger, could be saved. The reminder of his father’s love, and the hope he had for him, set him on the right path again, and have him a new strength that will go with him to the next world.

My Favourite Rival
Some competition is necessary in life, especially in a world where no one ages and time stretches relentlessly on. When you strive to outdo a rival, you can reach heights that you never would reach on your own. But most of us never realize the value of our rivals until we lost them. It seems strange to admit it now, but Snow played that role in my own life. When I first met him, and realized that Serah had chosen him over me, I felt a powerful need to best him, in everything we did.

Wrong Way Out
There was a man who said that he wanted to experience everything this life had to offer before the end of the world. So he decided to eat the flesh of a fearsome beast that appeared from outside our own dimension in an attempt to escape the grip of frozen time. He sought change-he sought to grow old. Was he a genius, or just plain mad? His was a natural enough wish, but to actually eat that stinking flesh? There’s nothing natural about that.

The Ultimate Creature
Is this God’s twisted humor? Or divine oversight? In the countdown to the end of the world, we have reclaimed 24 hours, an extra 14th day that never should have been. I used this priceless time to step into Bhunivelze’s testing ground, his hidden labyrinth of supernatural beasts. It is the crèce in which he raises new breeds of Chaos-fuelled servants. It seems we humans are no longer God’s favourites. If we want to survive, we face a stark choice: prove we are worthy of God’s divine benevolence, or overthrow the gods, so that we will never have to answer to our divine overlords ever again.

Where Etro’s Shadow Falls
The unseen realm of Valhalla, where Etro, goddess of death, once ruled from her throne. Before I fell into crystal sleep, that divine land of Chaos where I served as Etro’s champion broke free from its own dimension and spilled into this world. It was right here in the Wildlands where the end began, 500 years ago. Perhaps that’s why the specter of Etro is so much stronger here than in other lands. What will I find here, now that I am Bhunivelze’s savior?

Healing an Angel
The Angel of Valhalla. That is what the people of these lands call the white chocobo that I’ve found. No one had ever succeeded in catching the elusive and mystical creature that seemed to move as lightly and quickly as the wind. Yet now it lies injured, laid low by an old enemy, and I am tasked with nursing it. For some reason, the proud, wary chocobo will take food from no one but me. And somewhere within my heart, an incomplete memory tells me that we have met before. An unfathomable and unseeable bond exists between us.

Return of a Comrade
The first time that I saw you, I thought might be Death itself. Eidolons are legendary beasts, created by Etro to help those humans who were marked as l'Cie. They brought death to the weakest, and thus saved them from their fate. But for those who survived the tests, they became powerful and loyal allies. Odin. We’ve flown the skies together, battled together, and fought over Cocoon, Gran Pulse, and even Valhalla. And now you have saved me once again. Our bonds are not so frail as to be broken. So let us win, my old friend. Let us race toward the ending of the world. Be my ally and my sword once more.

Where the Moogles Roam
It is said that the moogles once lived in a place called the Ocean of Time. Perhaps that home was consumed by the Chaos, because now these mythical creatures are living here within the Wildlands. They are weak and yet optimistic creatures, and it is hard not to love them. I find myself wanting to drive away the beasts that trouble them, to protect their peaceful way of life. That’s the least I can do to pay back the moogle who did so much for Serah-and for me.

King of the Moogles
Some regrets don’t fade with time. Instead they grow heavier with each passing year. Everyone has such regrets, even if they have chosen their path carefully, even if they appear strong. I have made this sweet moogle suffer for centuries because of my choices. How heavy must his regret over Serah’s death weigh on him? Mog, I want you to welcome Serah back with the hope I know is still inside you. I want you to be there when I, the one truly responsible, cannot.

Moogle Tossing
The moogles, including the one that I summoned to Valhalla to aid my sister, are a bit…. unusual. They can fly in the sky and yet they do no more than hover near the ground. They live in the forest and yet get lost amidst the trees. I delivered three such lost moogles safely home by tossing them over the treetops. It seemed the easiest way, and it was surprisingly entertaining. I heard that Serah tossed Mog about quite a lot as well. When she comes back, maybe we could have a game of moogle catch. It could be a way for us to bond again…

Fragments of a Soul
A heart can get worn down, worrying over the same thing for centuries. Especially if that thing is your only family in the world. Ever since I first met him 1000 years ago, Sazh Katzroy has loved no one more than his son, so imagine his anguish to see his child motionless in a coma, century after century. The smile that supported us all on our terrible journey as l'Cie is gone. I want to bring that smile back. I have to.

A Smile Found
As long as Dajh slumbered, Sazh could not smile. And as long as he didn’t smile, Dajh would not wake. Sazh himself was the key to bringing his son back from 500 years of sleep. In his despair, Sazh had grown as hard and rough as stone, but what Dajh needed was a warm place of welcome. As soon as Sazh let go of the fear that had consumed him, Dajh’s eyes fluttered open. I wonder if it’s the same with Serah and me. If I didn’t try to hold her so tightly to me, would she have already come back?

Refusing Salvation
Caius Ballad committed an atrocity too terrible for any one man to live with. He could not accept Yeul’s fate, the poor seeress who gained knowledge of the future in return for her life, and so he destroyed our world. He inflicted his own ageless state of humanity. To atone, he has chosen to stay on this dying world with all the countless Yeuls of the past. She is one with Chaos now, and beyond my reach. The guiding light of Bhunivelze cannot penetrate the shadows that they haunt.

We Were Comrades Once
In Rocky Crag, a mobile weapon ran out of control. Hope and I fought it once before, when we journeyed together through the Gapra Whitewood. Hope, you remember, don’t you? You were so frustrated with your own weakness and so angry over losing your mother. I lent you the knife Serah had given me as a gift. It wasn’t so that you could have a weapon. I just knew that I couldn’t let anything happen to you as long as you carried the knife. I wanted to be sure that I would protect you. That hasn’t changed, even now, with so many emotions lost to me. Hope, do you remember those days? How we stood together, shoulder to shoulder against our foes?

An Empty Vessel
Was I selected to be the divine vessel because I was already empty inside? According to a historian who inherited the scriptures of Etro, the grail of Valhalla is not a thing but a person worthy of the goddess’s name. He thinks that person is me. Ever since I awoke as the savior, I’ve felt that something was missing from me. Whatever it is that makes humans human, it seems to be gone from me. Wouldn’t it be ironic if that is why I have been chosen for my role? Is it that the less human I am, the better I am able to serve as humanity’s protector? Or am I being groomed to take Etro’s place?

He Knows Their Names
Those who work in medicine must constantly face the fragility of human life, even in this world where no one ages. In the harsh Wildlands, Dr. Gysahl must have said farewell to countless souls. Even his own beloved daughter. It’s not surprising that he tries to distance himself from others. He calls his assistants by numbers, and makes no effort to get to know them. He’s only trying to avoid another painful loss, but I can see his passion despite that, and his assistants are surely lucky to work with a doctor who truly cares.

NORA Lives On
A familiar fragrance tickles my memory, bringing back thoughts of a home that has long since disappeared into the Chaos. It is a recipe that has been passed down for a thousand years-the NORA Special, preserved just as it was when it was first created at a seaside café in Bodhum. Do you remember, Serah? You made it for me on my 21st birthday. That was also when you told me about you and Snow getting engaged-and where you did, the taste of the food died on my tongue… If we can be together some day, I want you to cook for me again. then we’ll sit down together, and laugh, and talk, and be sisters once more.

Chasing Sheep
Fuzzy Sheep are high-strung animals, especially when they’re provoked deliberately. One woman is to blame and she says that she did it for the sake of…an icebreaker. She wanted to give Dr. Sheep a reason to talk to me, because she knew he was curious about me but too shy to approach. Her ploy worked, but it dragged me into a problem that was entirely of her making. I think I’ve had enough of Fuzzy Sheep for a while.

Hidden Eggs
So the very mammalian Fuzzy Sheep are hatched from eggs? I never expected that. For the researcher, it was worth risking her life for science; she has discovered the secret of how the sheep reproduce. I wonder what kinds of creatures will exist in the new world that Bhunivelze is building? Will the researchers who observe them be as sympathetic and caring as she has been?

Angel of Mercy
It was a last chance. To make a medicine that only a dying woman knew how to prepare, using an ingredient that only appears every several hundred years. For a man living in endless pain, the medicine was the only way to escape the sin of his crime. Or so he believed. She had other plans for him, and her medicine gave him a different kind of respite. Atonement can still be his, but he must pay a far greater price than mere death. It is a second chance, of sorts.

Birthplace of the Chaos
On the day 500 years ago, the Chaos spilled forth to swallow this land. I lost Serah. It was the worst day of my life, but I barely remember how it felt. After my crystal sleep, the memories and feelings have slipped away from me. That’s why I need to investigate the Omega Point. The vision that pilot saw of a girl… Was that something real? Or was it just another trick of the Chaos?

Not a Cheat
The definition of what is right and the rules that govern society change with time and location, even with one’s position in society. For the Jagd hunters, living in the dangerous Wildlands, the only rule is that no rules are needed. All is fair game, if it means getting what they need to survive-and that includes having others do your work for you. So I did the hunter’s trial for him, and now he’s part of the band. But perhaps that’s not such a bad thing. Believing in someone enough to let them take of things for you… That’s something I’ve never been able to do.

Family Forever
Serah and I lost our parents at a young age. Their deaths made me want to grow up too quick, to become the adult that my sister needed to count on. In this world where no one ages, if you don’t die of illness or injury, you can stay with your family forever. Parents never grow old, children never grow up-if you don’t try to change, then you probably never will, and neither will your relationships. God, how I envy those people. Is this broken world really the only place where humanity can experience the joy of being with our loved ones forever?

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