It didn't really hit home until I went to bed that night that they all died in that final battle...
Because, at the end of it all we get to see the sun finally rise after 10 years of night. We see Umbra waking up in front of the Citadel at first light
But we don’t see the remaining Chocobros at all, not even the sound of footsteps from any of them.
I was half expecting Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto at least appear on screen at the end welcoming the sunrise in Insomnia with Umbra. Or at least any of the trio showing up at at all.
So let me explain my thoughts because this is going to be a mess of a ride for me. Plus, I’m writing this for closure, this game left me a sobbing mess
I was so caught up in the moment when Noctis and Ardyn were in the crystal that this moment right here:
Didn’t hit me like it should until later that night.
At first you would think it was all simply symbolism, essentially Noctis projecting all the people that meant the most to him appearing in his final moments. In a way: it is; but not in a way that I thought at first.
But then it hit me, what if Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto are in there not because Noctis is thinking of them in spirit, but they are literally there in spirit?
Oh shit this is the part where I’m going to end up dead inside
Let’s all remember that Noctis, being the King of Kings is the only one allowed within the Crystal, and no one else. So Noctis has to absorb the 13 Kings of Lucis in order to take them with him within the Crystal. Because the Kings can’t go inside the Crystal by themselves, they needed Noctis as a vessel to get in.
And they did that through this soul crushing scene right here
Noct took the Kings with him via the Armiger, hence their presence in the Crystal.
so apparently you’ve been collecting weapons that will ultimately kill you in the end thanks dad
Luna’s presence makes sense too because her Trident is a part of his Armiger after receiving it from Gentiana/Shiva.
But remember: the Thirteen Kings of Lucis and Luna are all dead and that is their souls appearing within the Crystal
So what does that mean for the rest of our quartet?
They died in battle after Noctis ascended the throne, and the reason why the three appeared within the Crystal is because of this scene here
I don’t know about you guys but there was no way I was going to let Noctis leave the mortal plane without something to remind him of the more innocent part of his life so I picked Prompto’s first group pic:
I have a feeling most of us are sentimental fucks and probably picked one with all four of them in it too
So the game relied on its faith in us, the players, to pick a photo with the four of them present to some capacity. So when Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto died in battle, their souls followed Noctis along in the Crystal through his memento.
Long story short:
Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto were with Noctis even in spirit till the very end.
All my boyfriends are dead and so am I
Because this scene right here
Was the battle that ultimately kills the three of them.
Can I just say how unbelievably happy I am with all the canon lgbta+ representation in podcasts? Almost every podcast I can think of has at least one lgbta+ person, and they’re main characters.
To all the podcast creaters: thank you. It means so much to me.
“Too dark skinned”, “Ugly” “Not his type” “Angry” “Too Independent” “Masculine” these are reoccurring themes in all of the racist comments I have seen on twitter, FB, and here on tumblr, those comments are rampid throughout the social media pages that are promoting 7X12. These comments are simply a mirror of where we are as a country and society and frankly where we have always been. Black skin has been degraded and criminalized in a way that regardless of how beautiful our kings and queens are they are met with the societal shackles of what they assume true beauty is. The “not his type” crowd say they aren’t racist but don’t face the reason why they say their relationship “doesn’t look right” or makes them “uncomfortable”. The “she’s to angry” crowd use a decades old sterotype margilizing Michonne because of her initial introverted and independent status. Yes, us black women know how to fight and make it, that doesn’t make us “angry” that makes us survivors. The “Too Independent” crowd blindly believe that being independent doesn’t warrant the right to find true love and vulnerability. The one that bothers me the most is she’s “too masculine”….this comes from the same individuals who praise our dark skin and features on someone else but not when it comes on us naturally. No, black women don’t fit into your blonde haired, blue eyed standard of beauty but in turn that’s what makes us beautiful…I say that to say this, we see all these comments everyday, we experience the microaggression everyday but we must lift each other up and also lift Danai up in these spaces. Never internalize any of the negativity, TO ALL MY BLACK GIRLS YOU ARE MAGICAL, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE POWERFUL, YOU ARE A FORCE, YOU ARE ROYALTY. Danai Gurira, I adore all you are and all you inspire me and so many others to be. Thank you for your brilliance, thank you for your gifts. God bless you and God bless all my kings and queens. Godspeed 🙏
Morgan killing people again might not be a good thing afterall if he’s gonna start calling people Duane again and having flashbacks and shit. Remember the “all I see is red” Morgan? The one that stabbed Rick? We don’t need that guy back.
It was said later that he came under bad influences at this stage. But the secret of the history of Edward d’Eath was that he came under no outside influences at all, unless you count all those dead kings. He just came under the influence of himself.
That’s where people get it wrong. Individuals aren’t naturally paid-up members of the human race, except biologically. They need to be bounced around by the Brownian motion of society, which is a mechanism by which human beings constantly remind one another that they are, well, human beings.
—Men at Arms
“And yet we say this. Here in this cave at the end of the world peace is made between dwarf and troll and we will march beyond the hand of Death together. For the enemy is not Troll, nor is it Dwarf, but it is the baleful, the malign, the cowardly, the vessels of hatred, those who do a bad thing and call it good. Those we fought today, but the willful fool is eternal and will say—”
“This is just a trick!” Ardent shouted.
“—say this is a trick,” Bashfullsson continued, “and so we implore: come to the caves under this valley, where you will find us sharing the peace that cannot be braken.”
I AM NOTHING IF NOT LITERAL-MINDED. TRICKERY WITH WORDS IS WHERE HUMANS LIVE.
“All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”
REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.
“Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—”
YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.
“So we can believe the big ones?”
YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.
“They’re not the same at all!”
YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET— Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME… SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.
“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”
MY POINT EXACTLY.
She tried to assemble her thoughts.
THERE IS A PLACE WHERE TWO GALAXIES HAVE BEEN COLLIDING FOR A MILLION YEARS, said Death, apropos of nothing. DON’T TRY TO TELL ME THAT’S RIGHT.
“Yes, but people don’t think about that,” said Susan. Somewhere there was a bed…
CORRECT. STARS EXPLODE, WORLDS COLLIDE, THERE’S HARDLY ANYWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE WHERE HUMANS CAN LIVE WITHOUT BEING FROZEN OR FRIED, AND YET YOU BELIEVE THAT A… A BED IS A NORMAL THING. IT IS THE MOST AMAZING TALENT.
OH, YES. A VERY SPECIAL KIND OF STUPIDITY. YOU THINK THE WHOLE UNIVERSE IS INSIDE YOUR HEADS.
“You make us sound mad,” said Susan. A nice warm bed…
NO. YOU NEED TO BELIEVE IN THINGS THAT AREN’T TRUE. HOW ELSE CAN THEY BECOME? said Death, helping her up on to Binky.
“People as things, that’s where it starts.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are worse crimes—”
“But they starts with thinking about people as things…”