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Well, I can't stand it. I look strong on the outside. No, I just look bloody grumpy but I don't care. We stopped at Kilika. It's a bit ironic. We battled Sin on that boat to try and save it but no use came to it whatsoever. I just feel like a fraud as a guardian. I have to protect Yuna, and Yuna has to protect Spira. If we fail in that, what's the point?
"What's the point." There was a thud behind me. It was Wakka, pushing his blitzball between his feet. It got harder and harder, as he got more and more frustrated.
"What do you mean?" I shuffled along and squatted by a wall, resting my back.
"You know." Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. "Just, Yuna's angry, I'm angry, everybody's angry cos we couldn't save Kilika, ya?" Thud, thud, thud, thud. "So much hard work. If we're like this, who knows what'll happen when we actually fight Sin, ya." THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD..
"Wakka, stop it!" I shouted. "You're going to break the floor with that thing!" He didn't stop. The blitzball kept going like a wheel, round and round and round and round. "WAKKA ENOUGH!" I kicked the ball away, my eyes gleaming. Wakka stared at me in shock, then he started to laugh. I giggled.
"You should sign up for the team Lu!" He patted my back. "One problem; you owe me a new ball."
"Sorry, Wakka." He shrugged and went back to helping the real team fix one of the piers. I scuffed my boots as I walked along the wood. The whole atmosphere reminded me of a song I'd heard four years ago.
"Babies crying." I sang it quietly and tried to find Yuna. I saw Kimahri outside the Inn. I knew that Yuna was never that far away from him.
"Kimahri!" I rushed over to him, my skirt nearly tripping me up. I looked at him and he hiccuped. "Kimahri? Are you. are you drunk?"
"Away!" He growled. I patted his head. At first he tried to swat me off but then he gave in and I stroked his neck.
"What's wrong?" He remained silent. "Kimahri, tell me." I said, a little firmer then I had meant to.
"Nothing." He pushed me off and was sick in an empty barrel. To see him like this made me feel angry again. I felt Wakka touch my shoulder.
"What's up with him?"
"Too much to drink."
"Kimahri? Drunk?" Wakka was astonished. I would have hated it if Yuna had seen him. She'd be so upset. I turned away.
We stayed the night in Kilika then ventured on into the woods. Kimahri was horribly hung over, poor guy, and it showed in his fighting. He was sluggish and kept complaining, every road we turned.
We fought Lord Ochu, Sinspawn Geneaux and some horrible tentacles that made me feel.. itchy. Wakka felt particularly upset that fiends had found their way onto that path because it's where Lord Ohalland used to play. I think we all felt bad that day. But, then again, a new day rises and we get a new aeon. I think that's as fair as it gets.
Well, I can't stand it. I look strong on the outside. No, I just look bloody grumpy but I don't care. We stopped at Kilika. It's a bit ironic. We battled Sin on that boat to try and save it but no use came to it whatsoever. I just feel like a fraud as a guardian. I have to protect Yuna, and Yuna has to protect Spira. If we fail in that, what's the point?
"What's the point." There was a thud behind me. It was Wakka, pushing his blitzball between his feet. It got harder and harder, as he got more and more frustrated.
"What do you mean?" I shuffled along and squatted by a wall, resting my back.
"You know." Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. "Just, Yuna's angry, I'm angry, everybody's angry cos we couldn't save Kilika, ya?" Thud, thud, thud, thud. "So much hard work. If we're like this, who knows what'll happen when we actually fight Sin, ya." THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD..
"Wakka, stop it!" I shouted. "You're going to break the floor with that thing!" He didn't stop. The blitzball kept going like a wheel, round and round and round and round. "WAKKA ENOUGH!" I kicked the ball away, my eyes gleaming. Wakka stared at me in shock, then he started to laugh. I giggled.
"You should sign up for the team Lu!" He patted my back. "One problem; you owe me a new ball."
"Sorry, Wakka." He shrugged and went back to helping the real team fix one of the piers. I scuffed my boots as I walked along the wood. The whole atmosphere reminded me of a song I'd heard four years ago.
"Babies crying." I sang it quietly and tried to find Yuna. I saw Kimahri outside the Inn. I knew that Yuna was never that far away from him.
"Kimahri!" I rushed over to him, my skirt nearly tripping me up. I looked at him and he hiccuped. "Kimahri? Are you. are you drunk?"
"Away!" He growled. I patted his head. At first he tried to swat me off but then he gave in and I stroked his neck.
"What's wrong?" He remained silent. "Kimahri, tell me." I said, a little firmer then I had meant to.
"Nothing." He pushed me off and was sick in an empty barrel. To see him like this made me feel angry again. I felt Wakka touch my shoulder.
"What's up with him?"
"Too much to drink."
"Kimahri? Drunk?" Wakka was astonished. I would have hated it if Yuna had seen him. She'd be so upset. I turned away.
We stayed the night in Kilika then ventured on into the woods. Kimahri was horribly hung over, poor guy, and it showed in his fighting. He was sluggish and kept complaining, every road we turned.
We fought Lord Ochu, Sinspawn Geneaux and some horrible tentacles that made me feel.. itchy. Wakka felt particularly upset that fiends had found their way onto that path because it's where Lord Ohalland used to play. I think we all felt bad that day. But, then again, a new day rises and we get a new aeon. I think that's as fair as it gets.