It seemed no matter where he was — Zanarkand or Spira — people always treated him like a child. He appreciated their concern for him, their consideration, but they really didn't have to shelter him like that. Jecht certainly never had. He'd never cared about acting differently around his son or taking special care of him. Even so, in the end, he had also lied, probably more so than anyone else in Tidus' life, but that wasn't a surprise because Jecht had been an asshole, and yet Tidus just couldn't hate him. When it came down to it, the person Tidus truly hated wasn't Jecht, or even Seymour, but himself.

Auron told him, "This is your story."

Tidus didn't want it to be his story. He didn't really believe it was either. It couldn't be his story. No. It was Sin's. Sin was prescribing all of their lives, silently dictating their every action from the bottom of the sea. Through its eyes Jecht watched them, him, and probably laughed at every mistake he made.

It shouldn't be Sin's story.

Auron told him, "Jecht loved you."

Jecht had done many things. He had played blitzball like no other, had been able to down a bottle of the hottest Zanarkand firewater within mere seconds, had consumed Tidus' mother like a virus from the inside out and taken her from him.

Jecht had of taken a lot from Tidus. His childhood, his laughter, his tears. Half of the time, he wasn't sure how much was left of him and how much had disappeared along with Jecht. There was one thing he wanted to keep though, one thing he wouldn't give up to Jecht. The one thing he'd never allow anyone else to have.

Jecht had never loved Tidus. Tidus had loved Jecht, maybe.

He wasn't a good person. He never claimed he was. It would have been nice to blame that on Jecht too, but that was just the way he'd been built. Yuna believed in him regardless. The scope of her faith was an incredible thing to behold, which was probably why she was such an exceptional Summoner. At first, her sheer ability to believe had confused him, then it had made him happy, then angry, and finally he'd come to admire it like one would admire the beauty of sunlight.

Jecht had told him, "Don't cry."

Why did you do this you should have been there for me now I'm here and I love her and she's going to die I'm just like you I can't do anything why are you never there I wanted you to be happy for me but you aren't anywhere anymore —

Tidus tried to. He couldn't.