If he was being completely honest with himself, Auron had never really thought about what comes after being sent. He knows the stories, certainly, but much like everything else about Yu Yevon, those stories could have been lies. He had assumed that when he stepped to the bridge of the airship and felt himself dissolve--there had been no pain, no fear, just a sense of everything he was gently coming apart--that would be it, and he would be no more.
Seeing Lord Braska and Jecht, and then Tidus, had been both a surprise and an honour he felt he didn't deserve.
And now he's here, wherever this is, and he doesn't have his sword. When he asked for it, the people at the centre had pointed out the little dagger next to him on the cot. When he'd touched it, it had moved, and it's apparently alive and floating along behind him.
The Farplane is a strange, strange place.
But it's peaceful, at least, except for that faint jangling sound. As Auron has nothing else to do--and what a strange phenomenon, finding himself without a driving mission in his life--he follows the sound, his little living sword floating merrily beside him.
He freezes when he finds the source of the sound.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
"Yuna?"
It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to have won.
New Bark Town
If he was being completely honest with himself, Auron had never really thought about what comes after being sent. He knows the stories, certainly, but much like everything else about Yu Yevon, those stories could have been lies. He had assumed that when he stepped to the bridge of the airship and felt himself dissolve--there had been no pain, no fear, just a sense of everything he was gently coming apart--that would be it, and he would be no more.
Seeing Lord Braska and Jecht, and then Tidus, had been both a surprise and an honour he felt he didn't deserve.
And now he's here, wherever this is, and he doesn't have his sword. When he asked for it, the people at the centre had pointed out the little dagger next to him on the cot. When he'd touched it, it had moved, and it's apparently alive and floating along behind him.
The Farplane is a strange, strange place.
But it's peaceful, at least, except for that faint jangling sound. As Auron has nothing else to do--and what a strange phenomenon, finding himself without a driving mission in his life--he follows the sound, his little living sword floating merrily beside him.
He freezes when he finds the source of the sound.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
"Yuna?"
It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to have won.