Setting: FFX, Djose Temple
Theme + Number: Faith(less), #6
Summary: Pondering Yevon while waiting for Yuna to emerge with Ixion. (Lu hasn't figured out Auron's secret in this one.)
Tidus kept pacing until Kimahri's hand suddenly shot out, seized the youngster by the shoulder, and planted him unceremoniously on the tile floor. Tidus glared. Wakka gave the young Guardian a sympathetic pound on the back. "Hang in there, buddy. She'll be out soon."
"Soon?" Tidus groaned. "Sometimes soon is days."
Kimahri rumbled under his breath, and the boy fell silent.
Lulu stood apart from the rest of them as usual. Her lips moved silently. She gave a slight bow, stretched, and waited.
"Praying?" Auron queried behind her.
"Mmm." She nodded. "Don't you?"
He stared at her expressionlessly.
"I suppose not," the mage said thoughtfully. "And yet you were a monk."
Her eyebrows scrabbled upwards in surprise at the blunt, simple statement. She knew the bare bones of the incident with the high priest's daughter; Lulu made it her business to know as much as she could about anything that might impact Yuna's pilgrimage, her companions included. The weight behind the word implied--
Whatever he was hinting at, the arrival of Dona, a Summoner who proved that one could be fallen before one failed, put any further speculation out of her mind. Only as they were leaving the temple did she shoot him another keen glance. She had heard what he said as they passed by the Summoners' statues. "So you are a champion of Yevon now, Braska?"
Why did defeating Sin seem to kill faith? Maybe it was a mercy that Guardians and Summoners normally did not survive.