07-23-2015, 07:56 PM
Wakka thought hard about Eileen’s second question. Most of her verbiage flew over his head like a badly kicked ball, but he could still make the gist of it. He chopped it down and juggled it around until it made sense to him: remember anything before the Great One. He presumed the hunter meant the mysterious figure, which he had his own inquiries about..
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, closing his eyes.
Memories flashed across his mind like a slideshow at maximum speed. Tidus, Yuna, Auron, Kimarhi, Rikku, and Lulu—they were all there. Yuna’s head was sunken into Tidus’s chest. Her arms hung from his neck as he coiled an arm around her waist. Yuna sobbed like a fresh widow. Everyone else watched.
They stood on a decaying stone balcony. Nature gripped it with long vines, which clasped and wrapped around the guardrail; portions of moss popped from the cracks of the flooring. Wakka could remember the slight breeze, which made his bare arms goosebump.
Tidus intended to sacrifice himself, to become the final aeon—to defeat Sin—and bring another Calm to Spira. Everyone knew his efforts would ultimately be in vain. Time would pass, and the world would recover, but the wound would reopen.
Wakka refused to let Tidus become a martyr.
He opened his eyes.
“I dunno if this is some dream place or not,” Wakka replied, “but I’m Wakka, and wherever we are, it’s definitely not Spira, ya?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, closing his eyes.
Memories flashed across his mind like a slideshow at maximum speed. Tidus, Yuna, Auron, Kimarhi, Rikku, and Lulu—they were all there. Yuna’s head was sunken into Tidus’s chest. Her arms hung from his neck as he coiled an arm around her waist. Yuna sobbed like a fresh widow. Everyone else watched.
They stood on a decaying stone balcony. Nature gripped it with long vines, which clasped and wrapped around the guardrail; portions of moss popped from the cracks of the flooring. Wakka could remember the slight breeze, which made his bare arms goosebump.
Tidus intended to sacrifice himself, to become the final aeon—to defeat Sin—and bring another Calm to Spira. Everyone knew his efforts would ultimately be in vain. Time would pass, and the world would recover, but the wound would reopen.
Wakka refused to let Tidus become a martyr.
He opened his eyes.
“I dunno if this is some dream place or not,” Wakka replied, “but I’m Wakka, and wherever we are, it’s definitely not Spira, ya?”