Lahabrea, Final Fantasy 14

"There is only so much water to support human life here," he said. "The people know if more come to drink a limited amount of water, the price goes up and the very poor die." - Yueh

“What a pity. Now you’ll have a lot to crave for now. It’s easy for a poor person to be extravagant, but it’s not easy for an extravagant person to live poorly.” Abraham sighed softly in his horse-drawn carriage as he watched the golden eagle disappear in the distance.

- a Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate world, chapter 1630

Misty seems like a god of somesort. She is wearing like, Dr. Strange - Eye of Agamotto! Like, she's telling the truth and can foresee the future lol

This quest is screaming foreshadowing.

She is saying "The final leg of the journey goes through the Sun, the Star, Temperance or the Devil."

Spoilers I guess. But you won't get it until you've finished so it's cool.

(I already scored points on Jackie) So, my hunch is some guy that was from the graveyard Adamwhatshisface (Temperance), Alt (the Star) which was found on the solar arrays...

Is Jackie the Sun? I remember meeting him on the same place as the graffiti and he was eating dimsum... He also has a motorcycle lol could it also be a nomad guy?

Who is the Devil? Is it BBEG? LOL

Is it me? D:

Republicans have to speak up. All of them. Because for evil to succeed, all that is necessary is for good men to do nothing. So, say something right now, Republicans. - Stephen Colbert

Because it wasn’t based on logic, faith did not often fail when exposed to logic – such was always taken as an attack and resulted in a stubborn lockdown. However, take the faithful one out of his normal environment into one where he could not help but stumble on facts that refuted his faith – let that one expose himself to logic and accept it – and sometimes a breaking point could be reached.

‘It is not complicated,’ Jem replied. ‘Something bad happens to you for long enough and you start to believe you deserve it.

GUESS WHO'S SPIRALING INTO DEPRESSION EARLY THIS YEAR?! LOL!

Guilt and other emotional sufferings were an indulgence, a luxury only afforded to those with the resources to waste on them. - Jem

‘Too little drama,’ Amistad stated. ‘Humans always require drama when changing underlying belief structures else they fall back into the old patterns. They need an excess of pain, joy, strong emotion or new experience, to impress the change upon the dull recording medium between their ears.’

Why do I get the feeling, interjected Cheops, that shit and fan are moving into conjunction, and that we might be in the way?

Probably because they are and we are, she replied.

Shree: ‘I haven’t, it’s freedom.’

Thracer: ‘An airy concept often used by people who are really saying: I’m fighting for the freedom to tell you what to do.’

"Deleting complications to try and find simplistic patterns, simplistic solutions to puzzles, was a Human approach. It was why they’d ended up with religions like the one here, and why throughout their history they’d been hampered in their advancement by superstition, crippled value judgements and a tendency to accept facile explanations." - Amistad

‘Editing out pain edits out its lessons too.’ - Amistad

“In itself there is nothing uplifting or virtuous about suffering,” Sadist stated. “Whether it makes its recipient a better person often depends upon whether that person has the ability to change that way. There were those during the war who were turned into monsters by it.”

“I think we arrive at truth through conversation. Not necessarily through the arguments that happen on the internet these days, but through conversation, through learning, through seeing through the other person’s eyes.” - Brandon Sanderson

“Now I am ready to put on my new gown,” I say. There are a few

cheers, as though they don’t understand the game is humiliation. Locke,

surprisingly, appears delighted.

Cardan steps close to me, his gaze devouring. I am not sure I can bear his cutting me down again. Luckily, he seems at a loss for words.

“I hate you,” I whisper before he can speak.

He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting my face to his.

“Say it again,” he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone.