Chapter Two
In the house of Maroda and Lulu
The main portion of the village, still a moderate walk from the beach and docks, had grown into a splendid little town of stone buildings and cobbled rows. Tidus, whose memory of the Farplane was becoming more and more faint as he acclimated to the world of the living again, was rather impressed with the work that had been done, though it still couldn't hold a candle to his ancient and unforgettable Zanarkand. To Jecht and Auron, Besaid was hardly more than a fishing village once or twice visited, but to Tidus it was where he first met Yuna, Wakka, and Lulu. It was special, despite any alterations that may have occurred.
"Things have changed." he admitted quietly, noticing Tida looking at him as he glanced around the town in wide-eyed disbelief.
"I can imagine. Mom says that Besaid was once just as small as Kilika or the other villages than have sprang up since the Calm began." agreed Tida.
Jecht chuckled quietly as he watched the pair. His son had been angry that he had never been around while he was growing up. Tidus's daughter, on the other hand, seemed fine. But would it last or would the resentment surface? What form would it take if it did?
"You know, she seems a lot like you ... both of you. But why not? I suppose she could be your granddaughter." Auron said softly, finding some satisfaction in the fact that Jecht was a grandfather.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" exclaimed Jecht a little too loudly. "Are you saying that I'm old?"
"Look, if you guys want to see my dad, you'd better hurry up. He likes to take a nap in the afternoon." said Tiron impatiently.
"Wow, now I feel old." said Tidus, remembering brave, if not stern Maroda, who had been only a few scant years his elder.
The house that Tiron led them to was surrounded by a quaint wooden fence with a gate the swung slowly open and closed in the ocean breeze. A man with wind-swept black hair was fiddling with the hinges of the gate. Tidus recognized him after a moment as none other than Pacce, though he looked less dimwitted as an adult and had grown into a rather tall and strapping twenty-something. Pacce rose to his feet and dusted his clothes off as he watched them approach. Then Aurie squealed and giggled before running straight for him at breakneck speed. Tidus, not to mention her namesake, winced as she threw herself at him full force, not quite knocking him down, but extracting an audible oomph! as they collided.
"Easy, Aurie! You aren't a kid anymore!" chuckled Pacce hesitantly, sounding almost as though he had a couple of bruised or bruising ribs.
"Darn right!" she agreed, lowering her eyelids seductively and releasing her grip on him.
Pacce blushed as he took a few wary steps back before turning his attention to the three men accompanying his young friends. It was readily apparent that Aurie was something of a holy terror.
"Are you all who I think you are?" he asked them, his eyes darting from Tidus to Auron and back.
"Yeah." nodded Tidus.
"They're here to see dad." Tiron clarified.
"I imagine so." Pacce answered, opening the gate for them.
As they passed Aurie grabbed him by the arm and forcibly dragged him along, at least somewhat to his chagrin. This sort of thing had apparently been going on for some time.
Inside the cozy stone cottage, Maroda sat in a comfortable green armchair, reading a book with a pair of small reading glasses perched on his nose. They looked oddly out of place as Maroda hardly seemed that much older than when Tidus and Auron had last seen him, almost eighteen years earlier.
He closed the book and rose to his feet with a surprised expression on his face as the group shuffled into the house.
"Sir Tidus? Sir Auron? And, if I am not mistaken, Sir Jecht? How can this be? Has the whole of the Farplane turned itself inside out?" he questioned.
"No, I do not think so, but we are here nonetheless." answered Auron.
"They want to know where Lady Yuna and her guardians went." Tiron explained, taking a seat in a nearby windowsill.
Aurie dragged Pacce to an overstuffed couch where Tida joined them, leaving the legendary guardians to stand, which they did not seem to mind. Tidus was still slightly disconcerted by the fact that Lulu had married Isaaru's guardian and that she lived with him in such a very un-Lulu-like house with curtains and doilies and so forth.
"To Bevelle, of course." answered Maroda, looking at the trio intently. "But if you're all here ... then maybe the situation is far more grave than Sir Gatta or Lady Yuna believed."
"Situation?" questioned Tidus.
"The Guado ... I think you know much of the history ... They haven't exactly been friendly to the Yevonites since Maester Seymour was killed. From time to time we hear things. Not all is well in Guadosalam. The Farplane is no longer tended or guarded, and there has been rumor of a coming war." Maroda informed them.
"If they're planning to go to Guadosalam, then we had better go too. If they've been gone three days, they could be in Luca by now. We could catch up ..." suggested Tidus hastily.
"No, they took the airship to Bevelle. They have certainly reached it by now, but Sir Gatta is a thoughtful man. He would delay them from any hasty action." said Maroda.
"The Crusader Gatta from Besaid, from here? Him? Thoughtful?" questioned Tidus.
"The operation at Mi'hen changed him. It made him stronger and given to deliberate and weighty thoughts." explained Maroda.
"Okay. Then can we catch up with them?" questioned Tidus.
"It is a day by boat to Kilika and another to Luca. It is far to Bevelle by land." said Auron, shaking his head.
"The times have changed. It is only eight hours by steamer to Luca. Then you can charter a small airship to Bevelle." said Maroda.
"But isn't that against the teachings?" questioned Tidus with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"When Lady Yuna was a Maestress, she granted many dispensations regarding machina. It is all right." Maroda assured him.
"Great. Then when can we leave?" asked Tidus.
"You are eager to see Yuna again, no?" asked Maroda with a smile.
Tidus looked uncomfortable as he replied, "We have a lot to talk about."
Maroda glanced at Tida and nodded his agreement.
"I will make arrangements at the port. The steamers always leave at night. It is most convenient." he informed them.
"Great." agreed Jecht as Auron nodded mutely.
"You, come with me." said Maroda, gesturing toward Jecht.
"Huh? Why me?"
"There are still fiends on the roads, and though they are few, I do not relish fighting any of them alone." he explained. "And I believe that you may have quite an interesting story to tell." Maroda added with a smile.
"Fine." nodded Jecht, following him out.
"Hey, what about me!" called Tiron, popping out of the window sill.
"Entertain our guests while I am gone." instructed Maroda.
Tidus grabbed the vacated chair as soon as the door had closed. Tiron, who appeared to be sulking, returned to his perch while Auron leaned impassively in a corner. To the untrained eye, he almost seemed tired, but to Tidus, he appeared to be thinking, pondering, as he stood there.
"Your brother Chappu. What does he look like?" Tidus asked Aurie after an awkward pause, which he feared that she was going to fill by pinching Pacce. He half wondered if this Chappu looked a little like him too.
"He looks just like me except he has a ..." she began to say.
But Pacce, who had a very alarmed look on his face, clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentence. Tidus was impressed. He moved pretty quickly for a big guy.
"Hey! I wasn't going to say anything bad. I swear!" exclaimed Aurie when he had released her.
"Aurie, we all know you swear. Isn't that kind of the point?" asked Tiron with a windy sigh.
"He has a goatee, all right?"
"Like that thing Wakka used to have on his chin?" questioned Tidus, whose opinion of Aurie had just been confirmed.
"He still has it." Tida told him, rolling her eyes and scooting away from Pacce on the couch, who himself was attempting to avoid Aurie's elbow, which kept finding his ribs.
"Does he still blitz?" asked Tidus.
"At his age? Come on! He coaches, of course, but dad hasn't been in the sphere pool in ten years." scoffed Aurie, her attention drawn away from her quarry.
"Does he happen to coach the home team?"
"You betcha." grinned the star player of the Aurochs, her fingertips lightly touching the blitzball that rested at her feet.
Tidus could see that the game meant a lot to Tida. For Aurie and Tiron it was probably just blitzball, but for her it was obviously something more: a connection to her past, to her heritage, to her father.
"He came out of retirement and everything." Aurie added, proud of her father, and for good reason. Despite dozens of line-up changes, the Aurochs seldom lost a single match.
"I never saw him so mad, never before and never after." chuckled Tiron.
"What happened?" asked Tidus.
"The league was divided into two divisions when the new teams started. Wakka was just furious." Pacce explained.
"The Guado, the Ronso, Zanarkand, Bevelle, and the Calm Lands formed up the Northern Division while Besaid, Kilika, Luca, the Al-Bhed, Lake Macalania, and Mi'hen Settlement comprise our division. It was crazy at first, but ... it gave some really great players the opportunity to go professional." said Tida.
"But you don't get play every team?" questioned Tidus with a frown, which garnered laughter from Tiron and Aurie.
"Exactly what Wakka said!" laughed Tiron.
"Tournament and exhibition games, but not during the actual league season. It wouldn't be practical." shrugged Tida.
"The four teams who have the most wins play each other at the end of the season in a short, round robin, tournament-style mini-season." explained Pacce, who was a devoted blitzball fan and an amateur goalie.
"We, the Aurochs, go every year." said Tida, hesitating a glance at Tiron.
"We, the Zanarkand Abes, don't go any year." he said. "But maybe things will be different this season." he added.
Auron sighed as he watched Tidus hunch forward in his chair, hardly even blinking as the group explained the nuances of modern blitzball to him. In life, in dream, or in death blitzball was never far from that boy's mind. Not that Auron hadn't developed a better appreciation of the sport on the Farplane, watching Tidus and Jecht's team play against that of Lord Ohalland. He had even tried out for the right tackle position in a moment of weakness. But, of course, there wasn't that much more to death than blitzball, sake, and remembering. Life, on the other, was more than just a game.
Interrupting the rather engaging, although trivial conservation, Auron questioned, "Is there still a temple in Besaid?"
Tida smiled at the quiet, brooding guardian and answered, "Of course. It is where it has always been, but it is difficult to see since the market and some of the newer buildings were constructed."
"Then I will visit it. It has been a long time." said Auron, walking toward the door under that pretense.
"I'll go with you." said Aurie with a grin, springing from the couch.
"Do you believe that I need a guide?" questioned Auron.
"Wouldn't want you to get lost in the big city." she said, crossing her arms and daring him to refuse. For a moment Tidus thought he saw a glimmer of relief in Pacce's eyes.
"Very well." agreed Auron gruffly.
Just before Auron and Aurie darted out the door she turned and called, "Pacce, let's go."
He just groaned softly as he left the couch and plodded after them.
"Hang in there!" laughed Tidus as they left.
"She's always loved Pacce. Ever since she returned from living with the Al-Bhed and poor Chappu ... Aurie has been less than hesitant to let it show." Tiron explained, sounding perhaps just a little jealous.
"Not than he doesn't love her too." argued Tida. "But how do you say that one of the best tackles ever to play blitzball, huh?"
"If she were less aggressive ..." began Tiron.
"If she were older ..." Tida countered.
"So Pacce grew up here?" questioned Tidus, wondering how the disgraced summoner Isaaru and his band of brothers had wound up in Besaid.
"Yeah. Dad and Isaaru brought him with them when they came here." nodded Tiron. The young man read the expression on Tidus's face well. "You want to know why here, right?"
"Yeah, kind of." nodded Tidus.
"You can't tell Pacce any of this. He ... doesn't know." warned Tida.
"All right."
"When Isaaru was forbidden to continue his pilgrimage, he wandered with his guardians, homeless and forgotten, through Spira while everyone else celebrated the Eternal Calm. Even after he guarded Bevelle and everything during the weeks of turmoil after Maester Mika died. It didn't matter. Then one day Lady Yuna sent a message for them to come to Besaid, where they could live not as exiles, but as welcome guests." Tiron told him.
"And Pacce doesn't know about the battle between Isaaru and Yuna in the Via Purifico?"
"No, and neither does Aurie. With the way she feels about him and all ... dad never thought it was safe to tell her. It would kill Pacce if he ever found out. Isaaru was a hero to him." said Tiron solemnly.
"He was a hero to a lot of us." said Tida softly, cupping her chin in her hands as she sighed.
"Then, after he was gone and we were old enough, Maroda told us the truth." said Tiron.
"You were disappointed." said Tidus.
"Well, yeah." said Tida, frowning as she looked up. "We all grew up thinking that Isaaru was at Yuna's heels as she journeyed toward Zanarkand to defeat Sin. We thought that ... he had merely lost their bet."
"And you found out that he was something of a traitor." Tidus finished for her.
"Exactly." said Tiron.
"But Isaaru was a decent guy. When he followed the orders of Bevelle and the temples, he sent Pacce and Maroda away to protect them and he made Bevelle a safer place while Yuna dealt with Sin." argued Tidus.
"He sent them away from danger and dishonor because he was only doing what had to be done in accordance with the demands of temples, to which Lord Isaaru was entirely devoted." said Tiron, rolling his eyes. "Lady Yuna tells us that periodically." he explained.
"It's true." said Tidus.
"Maybe so." shrugged Tiron.
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A/N: I think I may have played way too many games of blitzball myself. I promise the character exposition is nearly over and there will be some action. Review ...please?
In the house of Maroda and Lulu
The main portion of the village, still a moderate walk from the beach and docks, had grown into a splendid little town of stone buildings and cobbled rows. Tidus, whose memory of the Farplane was becoming more and more faint as he acclimated to the world of the living again, was rather impressed with the work that had been done, though it still couldn't hold a candle to his ancient and unforgettable Zanarkand. To Jecht and Auron, Besaid was hardly more than a fishing village once or twice visited, but to Tidus it was where he first met Yuna, Wakka, and Lulu. It was special, despite any alterations that may have occurred.
"Things have changed." he admitted quietly, noticing Tida looking at him as he glanced around the town in wide-eyed disbelief.
"I can imagine. Mom says that Besaid was once just as small as Kilika or the other villages than have sprang up since the Calm began." agreed Tida.
Jecht chuckled quietly as he watched the pair. His son had been angry that he had never been around while he was growing up. Tidus's daughter, on the other hand, seemed fine. But would it last or would the resentment surface? What form would it take if it did?
"You know, she seems a lot like you ... both of you. But why not? I suppose she could be your granddaughter." Auron said softly, finding some satisfaction in the fact that Jecht was a grandfather.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" exclaimed Jecht a little too loudly. "Are you saying that I'm old?"
"Look, if you guys want to see my dad, you'd better hurry up. He likes to take a nap in the afternoon." said Tiron impatiently.
"Wow, now I feel old." said Tidus, remembering brave, if not stern Maroda, who had been only a few scant years his elder.
The house that Tiron led them to was surrounded by a quaint wooden fence with a gate the swung slowly open and closed in the ocean breeze. A man with wind-swept black hair was fiddling with the hinges of the gate. Tidus recognized him after a moment as none other than Pacce, though he looked less dimwitted as an adult and had grown into a rather tall and strapping twenty-something. Pacce rose to his feet and dusted his clothes off as he watched them approach. Then Aurie squealed and giggled before running straight for him at breakneck speed. Tidus, not to mention her namesake, winced as she threw herself at him full force, not quite knocking him down, but extracting an audible oomph! as they collided.
"Easy, Aurie! You aren't a kid anymore!" chuckled Pacce hesitantly, sounding almost as though he had a couple of bruised or bruising ribs.
"Darn right!" she agreed, lowering her eyelids seductively and releasing her grip on him.
Pacce blushed as he took a few wary steps back before turning his attention to the three men accompanying his young friends. It was readily apparent that Aurie was something of a holy terror.
"Are you all who I think you are?" he asked them, his eyes darting from Tidus to Auron and back.
"Yeah." nodded Tidus.
"They're here to see dad." Tiron clarified.
"I imagine so." Pacce answered, opening the gate for them.
As they passed Aurie grabbed him by the arm and forcibly dragged him along, at least somewhat to his chagrin. This sort of thing had apparently been going on for some time.
Inside the cozy stone cottage, Maroda sat in a comfortable green armchair, reading a book with a pair of small reading glasses perched on his nose. They looked oddly out of place as Maroda hardly seemed that much older than when Tidus and Auron had last seen him, almost eighteen years earlier.
He closed the book and rose to his feet with a surprised expression on his face as the group shuffled into the house.
"Sir Tidus? Sir Auron? And, if I am not mistaken, Sir Jecht? How can this be? Has the whole of the Farplane turned itself inside out?" he questioned.
"No, I do not think so, but we are here nonetheless." answered Auron.
"They want to know where Lady Yuna and her guardians went." Tiron explained, taking a seat in a nearby windowsill.
Aurie dragged Pacce to an overstuffed couch where Tida joined them, leaving the legendary guardians to stand, which they did not seem to mind. Tidus was still slightly disconcerted by the fact that Lulu had married Isaaru's guardian and that she lived with him in such a very un-Lulu-like house with curtains and doilies and so forth.
"To Bevelle, of course." answered Maroda, looking at the trio intently. "But if you're all here ... then maybe the situation is far more grave than Sir Gatta or Lady Yuna believed."
"Situation?" questioned Tidus.
"The Guado ... I think you know much of the history ... They haven't exactly been friendly to the Yevonites since Maester Seymour was killed. From time to time we hear things. Not all is well in Guadosalam. The Farplane is no longer tended or guarded, and there has been rumor of a coming war." Maroda informed them.
"If they're planning to go to Guadosalam, then we had better go too. If they've been gone three days, they could be in Luca by now. We could catch up ..." suggested Tidus hastily.
"No, they took the airship to Bevelle. They have certainly reached it by now, but Sir Gatta is a thoughtful man. He would delay them from any hasty action." said Maroda.
"The Crusader Gatta from Besaid, from here? Him? Thoughtful?" questioned Tidus.
"The operation at Mi'hen changed him. It made him stronger and given to deliberate and weighty thoughts." explained Maroda.
"Okay. Then can we catch up with them?" questioned Tidus.
"It is a day by boat to Kilika and another to Luca. It is far to Bevelle by land." said Auron, shaking his head.
"The times have changed. It is only eight hours by steamer to Luca. Then you can charter a small airship to Bevelle." said Maroda.
"But isn't that against the teachings?" questioned Tidus with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"When Lady Yuna was a Maestress, she granted many dispensations regarding machina. It is all right." Maroda assured him.
"Great. Then when can we leave?" asked Tidus.
"You are eager to see Yuna again, no?" asked Maroda with a smile.
Tidus looked uncomfortable as he replied, "We have a lot to talk about."
Maroda glanced at Tida and nodded his agreement.
"I will make arrangements at the port. The steamers always leave at night. It is most convenient." he informed them.
"Great." agreed Jecht as Auron nodded mutely.
"You, come with me." said Maroda, gesturing toward Jecht.
"Huh? Why me?"
"There are still fiends on the roads, and though they are few, I do not relish fighting any of them alone." he explained. "And I believe that you may have quite an interesting story to tell." Maroda added with a smile.
"Fine." nodded Jecht, following him out.
"Hey, what about me!" called Tiron, popping out of the window sill.
"Entertain our guests while I am gone." instructed Maroda.
Tidus grabbed the vacated chair as soon as the door had closed. Tiron, who appeared to be sulking, returned to his perch while Auron leaned impassively in a corner. To the untrained eye, he almost seemed tired, but to Tidus, he appeared to be thinking, pondering, as he stood there.
"Your brother Chappu. What does he look like?" Tidus asked Aurie after an awkward pause, which he feared that she was going to fill by pinching Pacce. He half wondered if this Chappu looked a little like him too.
"He looks just like me except he has a ..." she began to say.
But Pacce, who had a very alarmed look on his face, clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentence. Tidus was impressed. He moved pretty quickly for a big guy.
"Hey! I wasn't going to say anything bad. I swear!" exclaimed Aurie when he had released her.
"Aurie, we all know you swear. Isn't that kind of the point?" asked Tiron with a windy sigh.
"He has a goatee, all right?"
"Like that thing Wakka used to have on his chin?" questioned Tidus, whose opinion of Aurie had just been confirmed.
"He still has it." Tida told him, rolling her eyes and scooting away from Pacce on the couch, who himself was attempting to avoid Aurie's elbow, which kept finding his ribs.
"Does he still blitz?" asked Tidus.
"At his age? Come on! He coaches, of course, but dad hasn't been in the sphere pool in ten years." scoffed Aurie, her attention drawn away from her quarry.
"Does he happen to coach the home team?"
"You betcha." grinned the star player of the Aurochs, her fingertips lightly touching the blitzball that rested at her feet.
Tidus could see that the game meant a lot to Tida. For Aurie and Tiron it was probably just blitzball, but for her it was obviously something more: a connection to her past, to her heritage, to her father.
"He came out of retirement and everything." Aurie added, proud of her father, and for good reason. Despite dozens of line-up changes, the Aurochs seldom lost a single match.
"I never saw him so mad, never before and never after." chuckled Tiron.
"What happened?" asked Tidus.
"The league was divided into two divisions when the new teams started. Wakka was just furious." Pacce explained.
"The Guado, the Ronso, Zanarkand, Bevelle, and the Calm Lands formed up the Northern Division while Besaid, Kilika, Luca, the Al-Bhed, Lake Macalania, and Mi'hen Settlement comprise our division. It was crazy at first, but ... it gave some really great players the opportunity to go professional." said Tida.
"But you don't get play every team?" questioned Tidus with a frown, which garnered laughter from Tiron and Aurie.
"Exactly what Wakka said!" laughed Tiron.
"Tournament and exhibition games, but not during the actual league season. It wouldn't be practical." shrugged Tida.
"The four teams who have the most wins play each other at the end of the season in a short, round robin, tournament-style mini-season." explained Pacce, who was a devoted blitzball fan and an amateur goalie.
"We, the Aurochs, go every year." said Tida, hesitating a glance at Tiron.
"We, the Zanarkand Abes, don't go any year." he said. "But maybe things will be different this season." he added.
Auron sighed as he watched Tidus hunch forward in his chair, hardly even blinking as the group explained the nuances of modern blitzball to him. In life, in dream, or in death blitzball was never far from that boy's mind. Not that Auron hadn't developed a better appreciation of the sport on the Farplane, watching Tidus and Jecht's team play against that of Lord Ohalland. He had even tried out for the right tackle position in a moment of weakness. But, of course, there wasn't that much more to death than blitzball, sake, and remembering. Life, on the other, was more than just a game.
Interrupting the rather engaging, although trivial conservation, Auron questioned, "Is there still a temple in Besaid?"
Tida smiled at the quiet, brooding guardian and answered, "Of course. It is where it has always been, but it is difficult to see since the market and some of the newer buildings were constructed."
"Then I will visit it. It has been a long time." said Auron, walking toward the door under that pretense.
"I'll go with you." said Aurie with a grin, springing from the couch.
"Do you believe that I need a guide?" questioned Auron.
"Wouldn't want you to get lost in the big city." she said, crossing her arms and daring him to refuse. For a moment Tidus thought he saw a glimmer of relief in Pacce's eyes.
"Very well." agreed Auron gruffly.
Just before Auron and Aurie darted out the door she turned and called, "Pacce, let's go."
He just groaned softly as he left the couch and plodded after them.
"Hang in there!" laughed Tidus as they left.
"She's always loved Pacce. Ever since she returned from living with the Al-Bhed and poor Chappu ... Aurie has been less than hesitant to let it show." Tiron explained, sounding perhaps just a little jealous.
"Not than he doesn't love her too." argued Tida. "But how do you say that one of the best tackles ever to play blitzball, huh?"
"If she were less aggressive ..." began Tiron.
"If she were older ..." Tida countered.
"So Pacce grew up here?" questioned Tidus, wondering how the disgraced summoner Isaaru and his band of brothers had wound up in Besaid.
"Yeah. Dad and Isaaru brought him with them when they came here." nodded Tiron. The young man read the expression on Tidus's face well. "You want to know why here, right?"
"Yeah, kind of." nodded Tidus.
"You can't tell Pacce any of this. He ... doesn't know." warned Tida.
"All right."
"When Isaaru was forbidden to continue his pilgrimage, he wandered with his guardians, homeless and forgotten, through Spira while everyone else celebrated the Eternal Calm. Even after he guarded Bevelle and everything during the weeks of turmoil after Maester Mika died. It didn't matter. Then one day Lady Yuna sent a message for them to come to Besaid, where they could live not as exiles, but as welcome guests." Tiron told him.
"And Pacce doesn't know about the battle between Isaaru and Yuna in the Via Purifico?"
"No, and neither does Aurie. With the way she feels about him and all ... dad never thought it was safe to tell her. It would kill Pacce if he ever found out. Isaaru was a hero to him." said Tiron solemnly.
"He was a hero to a lot of us." said Tida softly, cupping her chin in her hands as she sighed.
"Then, after he was gone and we were old enough, Maroda told us the truth." said Tiron.
"You were disappointed." said Tidus.
"Well, yeah." said Tida, frowning as she looked up. "We all grew up thinking that Isaaru was at Yuna's heels as she journeyed toward Zanarkand to defeat Sin. We thought that ... he had merely lost their bet."
"And you found out that he was something of a traitor." Tidus finished for her.
"Exactly." said Tiron.
"But Isaaru was a decent guy. When he followed the orders of Bevelle and the temples, he sent Pacce and Maroda away to protect them and he made Bevelle a safer place while Yuna dealt with Sin." argued Tidus.
"He sent them away from danger and dishonor because he was only doing what had to be done in accordance with the demands of temples, to which Lord Isaaru was entirely devoted." said Tiron, rolling his eyes. "Lady Yuna tells us that periodically." he explained.
"It's true." said Tidus.
"Maybe so." shrugged Tiron.
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A/N: I think I may have played way too many games of blitzball myself. I promise the character exposition is nearly over and there will be some action. Review ...please?
