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Sooner or later, a situation resolves itself, and at last--near dawn--the wounded at Djose Temple are either healed or sent, and those still awake and still present fall into beds or mats or spare corners of the floor. For the summoners, there are beds, and hot water. The monks go to sleep last; some of them don't go to sleep at all ( Read more... ) -
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There's a trick to everything.
There's a trick to healing, Yuna learned long ago; to gently shifting the stream of magic, letting like find unlike and spin themselves out until the pyreflies she channels are aligned to no element, simply sinking into the lifeforce of the patient and shifting the body's healing into overdrive ( Read more... ) -
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She tries to push it all away, as she kneels before the statue embedded in the amber stone; tries to clear her mind of the slaughter and the horror and the rage.
A sea captain once, he retires to the priesthood and a small temple on the road between Zanarkand and Beve--She begins to pray, calling out to the fayth. There are prayers for each fayth, ( Read more... ) -
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There are a lot of dead people. A lot of dead, and only a handful of summoners present ( Read more... ) -
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It all starts to go wrong when the crate breaks loose.
Yuna's had a bad feeling about it all along, as the Crusaders lined up on the beach and loaded the Al Bhed cannons, as the iron-clad ships drew into position in the bay. The rationalizations Lord Seymour gave about the machina weapons made sense, but they make her think, somehow, of pirates.
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Possibly not focused enough to actually be things about Yuna, but whatever ( Read more... ) -
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So he's gone ( Read more... ) -
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Nita finds her almost immediately, the next time she enters the bar.
"When is it going to be?"
Yuna looks down. "Whenever he's ready. He just, wanted to--" say goodbye. "See you first ( Read more... ) -
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Her clothes are clean.
CLEAN!
"Thank you," she tells the Al Bhed girl who brings the clothes up.
"Oui'na famlusa," she says, and when Yuna stares blankly. "You welcome. No Al Bhed ( Read more... ) -
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Yuna's left the note for Nita, and now she's back outside.
It's been weeks since she saw Captain Jack, long enough for the floating pier to go up and come down and go back up; she walks up to the side of the ship, her thoughts turned inwards and towards the shark in the lake.
"Captain Jack?" she calls, when she's close. "It's me, Yuna."