This is the first drabble I've ever written; it's exactly 100 words. So instead of my usual huge long author's note, I'll just let it speak for itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Final Fantasy X, or any characters thereof, nor am I trying to make money off this little drabble.
Prompt: Seymour reflects on Yuna's permanent destruction of Sin and the Eternal Calm from the Farplane.
.Perpetuity.
She'd made it after all. He had to admit, when she'd told him, all determination and naiveté, that she would find a way to end the cycle, he'd laughed secretly. He laughed now, too, though for slightly different reasons.
Sin—Yevon—was defeated. Who would have thought?
He laughed bitterly. She might think it was over, but he knew better. So long as there was life, there could be no escape from suffering.
He might be dead—but perhaps he could remain conscious long enough, before his pyreflies broke up and drifted off, to see how Spira proved her wrong.
... I love Seymour. I love trying to get into his head. Many thanks to FearandLoathing XVIII for the prompt!