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Zanarkand; the city that never sleeps.

Jecht had mentioned that fact several times over their journey to defeat Sin though Auron had never been one to actually believe that claim. What city could ever be so busy? Coming from Spira, a world that was ravaged by fiends and Sin itself Auron had only ever seen Luca and Bevelle as being the largest cites to be in existence; anything larger was an impossibility in his mind.

And why would people need to stay up all night? What could they possibly be doing? In Spira, after night fell there wasn't much more to do, after all.

However that line of thinking was ended quickly after Jecht had sent Auron to his Zanarkand to look after Tidus.

The lights were near blinding to someone used to candle light at night or at the brightest a camp fire when they had been on the road. The lights were at times far brighter than those fires Auron's eyes had been used to during the night and he often had to squint as his eyes worked to grow used to this new anomaly. He detested the way it made his head throb, sending waves of pain pulsating away from his temple. It was something Auron didn't expect an unsent to be able to experience.

On top of the bright fluorescent lights surrounding him Auron was jostled from all sides by the large crowds of Jecht's Zanarkand. True, some skirted around him if they caught sight of the large scar over his eye, as if afraid he was some sort of ruffian who went about mugging any old person on the street. Most, however, did not seem to care for his plight, pushing the warrior monk about in their haste to their destinations.

This constant jostling only caused Auron's irritation to sore ever higher. He was a man who very much enjoyed his personal space and this was pushing it. If it weren't for his promise to Jecht Auron wouldn't even be willing to stay in such a place filled with busy bodies galore.

And the noise, the constant noises around him. It's all there was, not a moment of silence seemed to exist in this large city with towering buildings. In fact if Auron looked up at the sky the buildings high above would cause him to grow disoriented, dizzy.

Auron scoffed, heart hammering against his will as he attempted to find this home of Jecht's where he could find Tidus at. Even the number of streets, dear God, was a jumbled mess to the man.

"What a city," he grumbled to himself. He resolved to find some way to reduce the glare of Zanarkand's lights on his eyes once he knew the basic layout of the city. He just hoped the currency wasn't as confusing as the city itself... "Too much... busyness."

And so Auron continued his search, attempting in vain to ignore the light-headed disorientation that plagued him and caused his head to throb and his heart to race. He would eagerly await the return to the much calmer Spira from this day out...