Setting: Post-FFX
Theme + Number: Sphere(s) (49)
Pairing: Auron/Lulu
Rating: G
Summary: Yuna asks her former Guardian one more favor, and it's a doozy.
Note: Title is from a haunting trailer to an old 90s game I love.
Ten unhatched eggs pulsed secrets in the corner, gathered in a bowl. Their blue glimmer bathed the cabin ceiling and kept Lulu awake.
They're all I have left of him.
Not exactly: Tidus had never recorded anything of himself. No, these were his father's memories, left in hopes of a future cut short by the past.
Break them.
If they had only held fragments of Jecht, that would have been easier. But Braska was there too. And Auron.
I can't just put him behind me! I'm not as strong as you are.
Jecht, whose roguish smugness reminded her that Wakka wasn't so bad. Braska, so calm and wise and wrong. Auron's lost self, that young warrior with the well-knit frame whose scars still lay ahead: naive, brash, outspoken... impassioned... beautiful...
You'll watch them over and over like those who keep visiting the Farplane until their hearts drain dry. Don't. Live.
She had allowed herself to view them once. That was all. Tomorrow they would be locked tight in a chest in Besaid.
You keep them for me, then. I don't want them destroyed. He might come back someday.
Lulu exhaled and closed her eyes against the pyrefly gleams. At least she was not tormented by hope. Yes, she would guard them for Yuna, even if the cost, as always, was more than a Summoner could or should know.