(Listening to To Zanarkand makes this chapter enjoyable rather than tedious- just my opinion)
Averus was sent peacefully by Braska. He had succeeded in his pilgrimage also. The Calm was upon them. Seymour had not yet looked at the sphere. It sat on his bedside table, haunting him like her ghostly form.
"You haunt me still, Behelkhia" he said to the blazing blue ornament. It said nothing back.
He looked at it again. Why was he so afraid of it? Was it memories of watching his mother's sphere that deterred him, or was it simply that he didn't want to think of her gone…?
He slowly approached and picked it up. It was nothing. Just a marble.
He activated the sphere and sat back on the bed… just a marble…
"Hey! Hey Behel! What are you doin?"
"Nothing, Averus. Go away"
"Damn, you can be so cold!"
Seymour was greeted by the familiar face of the old Behel, her blue fur touched with snow.
"This sphere for Kimahri. Kimahri, you are young. Guard your youth. It precious."
"Behelkhia! We must move"
Seymour smiled as she growled at her Lady.
"And do not go on Pilgrimage. It not worth effort"
The sphere cut off and started again, this time just outside the moonflow. It was night time, and the lake shone with pyreflies.
"I wanted to show this, Kimahri. This moonflow. It… beauty beyond measure. Wish you could see it. Look like… candle on the water. Maybe you see it someday."
Like a candle on the water… a shining light over the emptiness.
"You were my candle, Behel" he whispered to himself. The sphere changed again.
"I am at Farplane, Kimahri. Here where we go when dead. When I die, will you see me? I don't know. I saw father. It… strange. This place holds pain."
"Indeed, it has always held pain for me"
"I do not like it."
"Neither do I."
The sphere went blank for a long time. Seymour moved to stop it, but then a new image flickered in front of him. He looked closer. It was her, but in her human form.
Her long black hair fell down over her white dress and wings, and was long enough to touch her visible legs. She was so beautiful…
"I have changed my mind. This sphere is for Seymour, who I have known for so little time, yet also for so long…
I have lived life with no direction. For twenty three years I have resented my own existence, been subjected to humiliation and self-degradation, and as a result of it learnt to hate myself. I never thought in my wildest dreams that two days could change my life so much…
You gave me something I had never felt before, Seymour. You gave me hope. For the first time in my life someone was there who understand how I hurt, how I grieved, how I faced every new day with dread… I never had a friend in the world before you. And you were the greatest friend I could have ever asked for.
I wish I could have told you this when it meant anything, but I did not have the means to communicate it to you. I only hope that my fate has taught you to treasure your life, no matter how much you may despise it…"
He reached out to the figure, his hand passing straight through her. He glanced at his hand- talons. Why did the world hate him so for such a cosmetic thing?
"Live your life, be happy. And maybe we shall meet again in Zanarkand?"
She laughed, a tinkling little laugh, something Seymour had never heard before. The sphere switched itself off, and he was left staring into the emptiness.
Seymour had not yet dared to enter the Farplane to see Behel, though many had. Her mother, Lihiara, was the first to come. Then the Ronso's came, all of them outraged at her wish to become human in death…
He was standing outside it now. There was so much to say to her. So much he had to do…
He took a deep breath and broke through the seal. He was struck by the strange beauty of the place. It was so stark, but so… inviting. He walked up to the edge and peered out into eternity… somewhere out there was Zanarkand…
"Behelkhia? Are you… out there?"
The pyreflies flowed around, bringing her forth. She looked straight at him, speechless, blank…
"Hello Behel."
Nothing.
"I'm sorry I haven't come to see you for so long… I've just seen your sphere."
Her head tilted slightly.
"I have been thinking, Behel. About what you said about me living my life. I have decided to follow my father, become a monk of Yevon. And I shall stop suffering for good."
Behel frowned, as if confused. He laughed slightly.
"I've realised what I have to do, Behel. To stop all this hurt, all this hatred which the world has forced on people like you and I… I will follow the way on Yevon as my father has. I am due to become a monk soon enough and I already have skill as a summoner… I will rid the world of pain and suffering, Behel, I promise you. At first I thought I could go on a pilgrimage… but I do not think I could, not now that I know the truth… I shall become a Maester, like my father. Then perhaps I could find a solution."
Still the figure did nothing.
"I thought you might say that." He laughed to himself, gazing at the figure. "It seems clear now, what I shall do. I shall become the thing that saved me, become… Sin."
The figure twitched as the pyreflies grew agitated at the name. "If I become Sin, I can stop their taunts; stop all this hurt and pain! Don't you see! If I become it, I can change things! Punish the wicked! Give Spira the apocalypse it needs to become pure! I can help them all, end the cycle! I would have the power to do it!"
The figure still did nothing, but he could have sworn he say a small tear escape one sapphire eye.
"I may not see you in Zanarkand, Behelkhia." He whispered turning away from the figure. "But you will always stay in my heart. My only friend, my beautiful Behel…"
He exited the Farplane, his eyes swelling with tears. Spira would have to pay for the devastation of her precious life.
He did not hear the screams of the image. Instead he entered Guadosalam once more, calm and sure of his fate.
Authors notes
Ok, sorry about the cop-out ending. I tried. But all my endings are crap
Characters © Squaresoft (except Lombardi. That adorable lil mister who shall one day be my godson belongs to Auron no Aijou. And Behel, Touka and Averus belong to meeeeee)
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By the way, this was meant to be a Belgemine fic I always found her character really interesting, Didn't you? She was my fave character for 3 reasons:
1: she kicked ass as a summoner
2. She gave me lots of nice things!
3. She was voiced by one of my fave singers Cree Summer, who has SUCH a cool voice!
Ok, ten things to say.
One: Yes the dress I describe Behel wearing at the end is Yuna's wedding dress. That will be clearer after you read the (short!) sequel I'm working on for this.
Two: THEY WERE NOT TOGETHER. Very important point. I wanted to prove in this fic that you can love somebody without it having to be sexual. That's what I think anyway. Seymour looked up to her, found something in her he had never seen in anyone else. BUT SHE WAS HALF-CAT! Lol
Three: Saimouri, the name, is the literal translation from the Japanese. They rendered it as Seymour.
Four: In this fic, Seymour has met Auron. That's why he's Ultra-suspicious of Auron being *alive*. Seymour knows the truths about the final battle against Sin- that even if you do escape alive, there is little chance you will remain so, whether due to injuries or suicidal feelings (the whole sin-cycle is incredibly depressing, doncha think!?)
Five: Sorry if Seymour's a bit OOC. But the way I see it, he's changed over the years (god help anyone who hasn't changed from the age of seventeen to the age of twenty-eight!)
Six: the way Behel talks. It's meant to be sort of fragmented, like Ronso beast talk but a bit less. The way I see it, Ronso's don't talk like that because they have bad grammar, they just cant make some sounds because of the shape of their jaws (hence Behel being able to express herself fully when human)
Seven: Yes, I had Graav be the son of Averus. Why? Because Graav always beat me. Always. And it really annoyed me. That's not a very good reason, is it?
Eight: When Behel 'chooses' what she looks like at the end, I'm guessing that's how it works, I don't know. But they have to choose what they look like really. Otherwise, How does Auron age?
Nine: Everyone who's read this- Can you all try to write a Belgemine fic? She seems like she might have a good story that none of us know about. Lol she's my favourite character and there is literally *nothing* on this site about her. THANKS!
AND TEN (THE MOST IMPORTANT!): I THANK ALL OF YOU FOR READING! Considering I think this is one of my worse fics, the support has been great! Thanks!