"Ah, yes," the reflection sneers. "There's that shirking of responsibility all have come to expect. The steward of the Underworld, claiming the deaths of innumerable persons is for the greater good. Even though he knows full well the cost to the star such actions will bring. It will be a glorious rejoined Etheirys." The specter raises his arms above him as a new, competing future billows from the mirrors.

Unlike the dark, suffering future shown to Cid, this one is brilliantly white. Nothing but an endless Burn can be seen, with many people in dark robes wandering the land desperately looking for any sign of life. One by one they fall. To thirst, hunger, or exhaustion, it doesn't matter. "He will be the last to fall, accepting his dear friend's actions without judgement until his dying breath."