Sazh: You don't look ready to go quiet into that good night.
Lightning: You want "quiet", you better take the next train.
Hope: Hope? There is no hope. Not for l'Cie.
Lightning: There's you.
Hope: It's my name, not who I am.
Lightning: I was just like you. My parents died. I had to be strong for Serah, so I thought I needed to forget my past. And I became Lightning. I thought by changing my name, I could change who I was. I was just a kid. Lightning. It flashes bright, then fades away. It can't protect. It only destroys. Serah tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. I threatened her. The only one who believed her was Snow.
Hope: Don't say it! Don't say his name. It bring everything back. I keep playing it in my head, what happened to her. And then I see his stupid face and—and he's smiling. How can he smile when she's dead? I know! There nothing I can't do. I hate knowing that. No matter what happens, she's not coming back! When I was fighting, there was no time to think about it. It felt good just to give in. But now you start talking about hope... I'm sorry. I'm messed up.
Lightning: No...it's my fault.
Palamecia Officer: Code Purple! I repeat, Code Purple!
Hope: All these colors. What's it mean?
Fang: Means we're doing our job. Makin' a lot of PSICOM guys nervous.
Dysley: Cocoon is a factory built by fal'Cie. A factory for the mass production of human thralls.
Snow: Not anymore, it's not!
Dysley: What can mere men do? Without our help, death is all of which you're capable. You saw the fools. A mindless mob, drunk on the fear of a few l'Cie.
Lightning: If they only knew a l'Cie was the one filling their glasses!
Dysley: L'Cie? You mean me? Oh child, perish the thought. I am more than that!
Dysley transforms into Barthandelus, his true form.
Barthandelus: I am fal'Cie! My name is Barthandelus! Voice of the Sanctum, and Lord-Sovereign of the Cocoon fal'Cie. Your kind feared the darkness, so we gave you light. You begged us for the Purge, and did it not come to pass? Now you spurn our counsel? You must learn your place!
Sazh: Hey, what, what... What, are you watching me or something'? Say somethin'! Or somethin'!
Fang: Didn't wanna interrupt. And, well, I didn't quite know where to begin.
Sazh: You don't have to begin anywhere. What happened to Dajh, wasn't your fault.
Fang: But Sazh...
Sazh: Mm mm. You got more than enough weight on your shoulders already. It was my fault at Euride, lettin' Dajh outta my sight like that. That one's on me.
Sazh: (trying to catch the Gigantaur) Ran off again. Outrun by a cactus. Twice. Oh no, everything 's spinning.
Fang: I knew something was off. You've been shying away from our Focus even since we woke up on Cocoon.
Fang: I couldn't figure it out, But then it all made sense, after hearing that story from Raines, You already knew. You knew Ragnarok was the name of destruction.
Vanille: It wasn't fair. You had to do all the horrible stuff and I didn't have to do anything—
Fang: That is no reason to lie to me! You think that's what I want? You of all people! Poor kid, You've had it rough.
Fang: Listen, you're not alone anymore
Vanille: (crying) I'm so sorry.
Fang: Keep that up and you'll have me crying soon. We have a new family now. We stick together, you hear me?
Vanille: Yes, I promise.
Lightning: What did you do to Cocoon?
Barthandelus: I resigned, appointing Raines as Primarch in my stead.
Snow: Raines? He's alive?
Galenth: The puppet is restrung to serve my needs, yes. Its eyes have long since turned to glass. Of course, the Cavalry's eyes will see our friend as nothing more than a traitor to their cause. They' say the fal'Cie got to him too, or some such drivel. And imagine—when I spread word that it's Orphan tugging at his strings—what happens next.
Sazh: You're gonna use the Cavalry to take the thing out?!
Barthandelus: Perhaps. Or perhaps, I'll feign the howling of Pulsian wolves and let the fear-addled sheep slaughter themselves first. Either way, the end is at hand. But what of yourselves? Will you enjoy the festivities beside me? Or perhaps... Greet the end here, in the land where it all began?
Vanille: When I was on Cocoon, I wished on those fireworks. I wished to not let anything happen to Cocoon this time. But I shouldn't have wished for that. Wishes aren't enough. Prayers either. This time I'm making a promise: I will keep Cocoon safe. I promise, no matter what.
Galenth Dysley: (off-screen) Life's spark shines on, once freed from it's fleshy shroud. (What seem to be the crystals of Serah and Dajh appear.)
Dysley: (appearing) Dreams, meanwhile, shatter in a flash. (He thumps his staff and the crystals shatter.)
Lighting: Think! Where's the real Serah?
Sazh: Hey, listen. It isn't real. It's fal'Cie smoke and mirrors.
Hope: Yeah. They don't work wonders. They play tricks.
Vanille: (narrating) Anger didn't drive us. We just had things worth fighting for.
Sazh: Miracles out of misery. You gotta be kidding me.
Hope: Yeah, Fang. Who'd be dumb enough to swallow that crock?
Lightning: You were there too, Fang. Same side, all of us. Together to the end.
Fang: (having a flashback) Listen, you're not alone anymore. We have a new family now. We stick together, you hear me?
Vanille: Yes, I promise.
Orphan: You overreach yourselves.
Lightning: No. We overreach you.
Orphan: Is that so?
Lightning: You don't believe in anything. You gave up on life before you were even born. Sat poisoning Cocoon from the inside, waiting for someone to come and destroy you. Sure, you think the end of the world is salvation. All you care about is death's release. So take it, and leave the rest of us alone. We don't think like that. When we think there's no hope left, we keep looking until we find some. Maybe Cocoon is past saving, but it's our home. And we'll protect it or die trying! We live to make the impossible possible! That is our Focus!
Snow: (to Lightning, regarding Serah) I swear to you, I will make her happy!
Lightning: I believe you. Congrats.
Fang: (voiceover): When prayers turn into promises, not even fate can stand in their way.
Vanille: We held the light of hope in our hearts, and achieved the impossible. Now we live on, to greet a new dawn.