Again the fayth fell silent, looking between one another, their brows creased with confusion. "This... is Spira," one of them said haltingly.

"A world torn apart by dissension and truths revealed. It isn't the Spira you knew, but it is Spira, nonetheless. A Spira moving toward change." The eldest sister looked to Jecht and paused and the other sisters followed suit, finally recognizing him.

"What is the Spira that isn't here?" the youngest asked. Something was wrong, they realized, but they couldn't figure out exactly what.