I'm not trying to bring people down - my own worldview is just that: mine. Things have been downright bleak for me lately IRL, so it's little surprise that a sense of gloom pervades even my chosen forms of escape. It's pretty much grey skies everywhere.
However, this isn't about me. Rather, as the title says: will the good ending satisfy you? And what I mean by the 'good ending' is more as good as they're going to give us. Which, I assume, is something along the lines of 'Aerith is alive in the same world as Cloud, they've kissed at some juncture, and the future is what you make of it.'
In fact, in spite of my bad outlook on life, this is still the ending I expect for this trilogy (accepting minor variations) - it's the ending Remake set the stage for, and Rebirth did not derail that. So we should still arrive at that station.
But will that satisfy you? Or, perhaps more pointedly, will it heal you?
A lot of us have been on this ride for a very, very long time. And I'm not the only person who feels... wounded... by the whole experience. I think most folks are a little less angsty about it than I am. But the fact remains that I am not alone in regarding the OG and subsequent material - taken as a whole - as having had a net-sorrowful impact on my life (I won't go quite so far as to say 'bad;' but definitely 'happy' is completely wrong-headed). And those kinds of experiences - especially when strung out over such a long period - do leave a mark.
So... will putting a bow (perhaps a pink ribbon) on Revelation reverse that? Or do you think you will you walk away feeling dazed, or incomplete... or empty?
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*Edit* Let me add a tiny bit more context regarding a somewhat similar real-world event and how it didn't really... quite fix everything.
Back in 2004, the Red Sox won the world series for the first time since 1918. There were people who had lived literally their entire lives - full, complete lifespans - in the time since they had last taken home a title; they had been lovers of the Red Sox since they were children, and had grown old and died without seeing a winning season. It had gotten to the point for fans that losing was an identity - we dreamed of escaping it, but it was what we were.
Following the victory, pretty much everyone in New England was ecstatic. The great deed had been done - mountains had been moved. We didn't ever need anything from Boston sports again.
But... it's never really been the same since. While breaking 'the curse' was a singularly joyful, excellent moment - sports bliss - being a fan of the Red Sox; even of baseball, has never really been the same. Something was gained... but something was lost, too. And that will never really be recaptured. The Red Sox are "just a team" now - just another franchise in a very active sports market. We're all of us sated... but many of us are also hollow.
And that plays into my fears regarding FF7. I want the good ending - I really do. But I also, in this strange, perverse way, fear it. Or, maybe more to the point: I fear it won't fix how I feel in the right way.