She stood at the door to the Farplane debating whether or not to actually enter. It had been two weeks since Tidus had come back, and she had found immense hope in that. She'd expected him back as well. Everyone did. It just wasn't fair to him if he stayed… well. Dead. Her face fell again for a second on this thought.
He'd had the hardest, most unforgiving life she'd heard of, all because of not wanting to marry without love. And then his first Pilgrimage he'd been tortured by his duty. That, and an annoyance named Jecht who came to be his friend. This eventually led to his death, as the only two friends he'd ever really had died.
He was the real hero of the Pilgrimage, all because he'd been the first person to learn the truth. He'd had to die to do so. One of his few acts of passion had been his end. And he'd fought so hard to help someone else see the truth before making the same mistake. And he was never rewarded for his incredible effort.
She knew he was here. She'd heard his voice in the Farplane on their last journey, so she knew. She'd only ever heard of people seeing images of their loved ones here. She'd also heard that you could not communicate with them, but didn't understand why. Well, she was going to get some answers. And hopefully justice, eventually.
So instead of feeling anxious, she chose determination. Squaring her shoulders, Rikku lifted her head and stepped through the gateway.