Auron got up and started pacing. He still wasn't sure about doing this. He didn't even know if anyone even cared. He thought of Tidus.

"Jecht cared about you a lot. He was also true to your mother. In Luca, I remember a beautiful woman flirting with him. He just gave her the cold shoulder saying that he was already taken. Even though I still didn't care for him then, that made me respect him. I guess he must have been really homesick by then, he watched the Blitzball games with a longing look in his eyes. He wanted to go home." Auron smiled sadly, he didn't like his memories, they were so painful, but something compelled him to go on."It wasn't until the next temple that we met up with that sorceress again.

Braska, Jecht, and I moved through the trials. We opened up the final door, to find three faces looking back at us.

"Hello again." Braska said happily, they all nodded.

"You will have to be obliged to wait, my Lord, I apologize." Saydr said solemnly.

"No! No, it's nothing really. I don't mind." Yuna's father said waving his hands. We moved inside the huge dome room. Saydr leaned against the wall. Alya was directly across from him on the other side of the room. Zeon sat on the steps staring intently at the fayth doors. Braska sat against the wall nearby to the Black mage; they stared talking about recent Sin attacks. I sat next to the door; Alya got up and sat next to me, playfully shouldering me as she sat down. Jecht snickered and started rummaging through his stuff for something.

"Did you guys get stopped at the Mi'ihen Highroad?" the female guardian asked me after she got comfortable.

"Yeah," I responded, " those damn Chocobo Knights. They're at it again. I don't see why they think they can stop Sin without a summoner. They're all a bunch of fools if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you that, now did I?" she retorted playfully, then more seriously, "It's nice for people to devote themselves to something, ya know? I mean, the knights try so hard to protect the people of Spira. Summoners can only bring the Calm. They strive to bring the peace. I don't to be blasphemous against Yevon, but like everyone else, I wish someday we'll find a way to end it all..." she said sadly.

" Once we have atoned for our sins, the Calm will be eternal." Braska said with a smile. I nodded with his reply, but wasn't entirely sure I agreed with it. The plague of Sin started 10,000 years ago, and no one even knows what the sins really were. The temples say it was the machina, and with the exception of the Al Bhed, no one in Spira used it anymore. So why did Sin attack all of us?

"Ah, ha! I found it!" Jecht yelled. I looked at him uneasily fearing what he might have. "Now I can document this momentous event!" He held up a recording sphere.

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking at him suspiciously.

"Yes Sir Jecht, please tell what event this is." Braska said ever so politely. The blitzball click the sphere on.

"Well, duh, oh course! A phenomenon in the progress! I do believe the universe will collide in a matter of seconds so I have to film it!" I rolled my eyes, but stopped when I saw Alya giggling. Jecht pointed the sphere at me.

"I do believe Sir Auron is actually flirting with a cute girl! It's amazing! Man, I didn't think you had emotions, but here you are being all smooth with the ladies. Aww, that's even cuter! He's blushing!" I glared at him.

"Jecht, I thought I told you to stop buying those things!" I growled at him.

"But I wanted have these wondrous events to show to the world!" He said with a laugh, "Now let's see if this normally solitary animal will work up enough nerve to ask a prospective mate to go to a blitzball game with him. Let's watch!" He zoomed in.

"That's it! Give me that!" I roared at him and lunged for the sphere. Alya grabbed my sword from its sheath. I spun around towards her.

"Now you can't hurt him," she said with a laugh. I felt embarrassed.

"I do believe I have angered to wild beast! What will it do next!" Jecht said laughing. "Jecht!" I said through my teeth and lunged for the sphere, he tossed it skillfully to Alya.

"Be careful little lady, the creature on a psychotic rampage!" Jecht said. I turned to the girl, and walked very slowly to her with my hand out. I couldn't help but smile. She was kind of right about what she had said about that Zanarkand fool.

"Alya... do the right thing. Hand over the sphere." I said in a calm persuasive voice. Then I swiped quickly to grab the recorder, but she threw it over my head to Jecht again. Flipping around, I dove at him, making him trip backwards, he hucked it into the air.

"Saydr catch!" he yelled out before he fell on his butt. The tall man stuck one hand in the air.

"Stop." he said with a raspy voice, and the sphere froze in the air upside down at its peak. Braska couldn't hold in his laughter anymore. I jumped a couple of times but it was just out of reach.

"Jecht! You're paying for this!" I said with a sneer and tackled Jecht. "Alya can you give me my sword back. I need to slit his throat!" I said smiling evilly as I held the man down. Everyone was laughing now, except Zeon who had never took his eyes of the doors.

"Aahh! Don't do it! Don't give it to him!" Jecht pleaded, that's when the fayth doors opened. Everybody stopped, as Lerana came out prideful, but sweating. Even though she pretended she was fine, fatigue showed on her face. Her husband was already at her side, helping her down the steps. She looked at the rest of us in a disgusted manner.

"Come guardians. We are done here." She left the room with Zeon at her side. Saydr shrugged his shoulders and nodded his goodbye. Alya waved and skipped after him smiling. I laughed, helping Jecht up.

"Hmm.." Jecht sighed looking after her, "I just can't tell if that girl is philosophical or ditzy." Braska moved towards the center, as the sphere fell. He caught it, and put it in his pocket.

"Hey!" Jecht and I said both looking at him.

"I taking it for safe keeping." he said with a smile then looked at the doors, "It looks like it's my turn now..." I nodded and watched as he entered the chamber of the Fayth.

- End Between Friends and Comrades -