It was the vendetta of the ones left behind. It was vengeance for Yuna, for myself, but most of all…It was for Auron.
Ten years earlier, Auron set out on a Pilgrimage to bring the Calm with my old man, and Yuna’s, and together they learned the truth. It was all a fake, it was all pointless. They chose to go through with it anyways. With my old man as the Fayth, as the Final Aeon, Auron saw Yuna’s father through to the Calm Lands.
I guess he watched him die as Yu Yevon merged with my old man. He never said, and I never asked. But he went back to Zanarkand to avenge his friends just the same. …He wasn’t strong enough. He played into Yunalesca’s hands and he lost his life as well.
One more pointless death.
Years later, we stood there again, and I watched as Auron’s death replayed. I think, I think it was the first time I compared myself to the man who had come to fill my father’s shoes after he disappeared. Auron took the initiative, he said we could change things.
We listened.
Yuna and I had lost our family to this pointlessness, Auron had watched as he lost his friends. It was time to change it, and avenge our fathers, avenge the Summoners and Guardians who came before them.
It was revenge for all of Spira, for Yuna and for me. But it was Auron’s more than anyone’s. He could be at peace now that it was done, now that he knew he had changed things.
Tidus. Final Fantasy. 261 Words.