Okay. What? Him, becoming that big ugly son of a bitch monster? Him, causing mass destruction to the world of Spira? Him, tearing apart families, killing innocents, running mad in a world that he wasn't even from?

The weight of this revelation wasn't something he had been prepared for. Sure, yeah, he thought, something -- weird, had happened after Braska -- you know. Even in his thoughts, he seemed to have trouble being honest with himself. But to have become Sin?!

Jecht was silent for a long time. His eyes were fixated on his hands. The pain that he must have caused -- the people that must have cursed him... Suddenly, he reached forward and grabbed a hold of the whiskey bottle. He brought it upwards towards himself, his eyes shadowed over thanks to his unruly hair. He bent his elbow, leaned forward and -- hurled the bottle towards the opposite wall.

The glass shattered upon contact, what had been inside now trickling down the wall.

"We beat Sin, right?" his voice was low, hoarse. He kept his face hidden. "In the end. We got it for good." A pause. "Right?"