It was… majestic.
The aeon was massive, more massive than anything I had seen except Anima, except Sin itself. It ripped and tore into Sin with blasts of fire and great, big spears of ice and striking lightning taller than the skyscrapers of Zanarkand. It, or, rather she, was everything someone might imagine from the savior of the world. Everything you might think could come from a melding of Yuna's soul with Lulu's, a creature of white fire and black magic.
And Yuna danced.
It wasn't that dance, the same dance that horrified me and hurt her everytime she had to dance. It was a different kind of dance. With sweeping motions of her staff she directed the Aeon's assault, directed Lulu's assault, until each move seemed like a step. Her face, it was the same as when she was dancing. Calm, serene, emotionless. This was how Yuna danced. She danced by taking all of her emotion and shoving it down inside herself until she didn't feel it anymore. She danced the way she smiled, and she smiled the way she lived – by sacrificing everything she had, so other people could be happy. By, for just a few moments, not being human.
She was a Summoner. Spira's ray of hope.
Rays of hope are not human.
Summoners aren't mortal like the rest of us.
And, for once, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My time had run out. I would've given up everything for her, but Yuna made her last, her only selfish choice. For me. For Sir Auron. She could not Send Sin. Maybe, maybe just this once, she could succeed where others failed.
Yuna danced.
Lulu danced too, or whatever was left of her. Great sweeping movements that orchestrated death like a conductor with a symphony, as Yuna called out commands and fought as hard as any Summoner could, even as her life went into the Aeon she was calling, even as she poured everything she had into it.
And then, Sin died.
Sin died, and everything we had been told would happen, did. I could see, for a brief moment, how happy she was. The first time I had ever seen Yuna truly smile, for herself, and not for someone else. She smiled. 'I did it,' she said, as she looked up at me, pure joy on her face. 'I defeated Sin. And now Spira will be happy.'
Then she crumpled to the floor.
Sin was gone.
Now, Yuna could stop dancing.
A/N: This is what happens when my brain takes a train of thought to its logical conclusion. "Yuna won't stop dancing; not until Sin is gone."
Depressing, I know. Please leave your thoughts! I love hearing them.