Scene Four: The Second Most Disturbing Scene in the Fic
[While searching for Tidus, Seymour runs into Sir Auron.]
Auron: Anything can happen in the woods…
May I kiss you?
Any moment, we could be crushed...
Don't feel rushed.
[He kisses Seymour. A/N: Not that I think Auron would EVER, in a million years,
behave this way. As for Seymour, well, no comment.]
Seymour: This is ridiculous
What am I doing here?
I'm in the wrong story!
Wait, one moment please, sir!
We can't do this... you have a…summoner.
Auron: That's true.
Seymour: And I have a... a shopkeeper.
Auron: Of course, you're right.
How foolish!
Foolishness can happen in the woods…
Once again, please.
Let your hesitations be hushed.
Any moment, big or small
Is a moment after all.
Seize the moment; skies may fall
Any moment.
[Kisses Seymour, deeply]
Seymour: No nononono… this is not right.
Auron: Right and wrong don't matter in the woods,
Only feelings…
Let us meet the moment unblushed.
Life is often so unpleasant,
You must know that, as a peasant.
Best to take a moment present
As a present, for the moment.
[Auron carries Seymour off as the audience hurls or cries, depending on their relationship to Sir Auron. Meanwhile, Braska encounters Yuna at her mother's grave, now destroyed. He updates her on the situation, and persuades Yuna to return to fight Yunalesca with the others. Meanwhile, back at the previous scene, an unruffled Auron and a ruffled Seymour abruptly cease whatever they were doing.]
Auron: Enough. I must leave you.
Seymour: Why?
Auron: The giant…
Seymour: Oh, yes, the giant. Will we find each other in the woods again?
Auron: This was just a moment in the woods...
Our moment.
Shimmering and lovely and sad.
Leave the moment, just be glad
For the moment that we had.
Every moment is of moment
When you're in the woods...
[Auron hurries off. Seymour proceeds to straighten himself up.]
Seymour: What was that?
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a monk really kiss me,
And kiss me… and kiss me…
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Was that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly getting bored with me?
Wake up!
Stop dreaming,
Stop prancing about the woods.
It's not beseeming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life, back to sense, back to child, back to husband.
No one lives in the woods!
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds.
Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever.
Have a child for warmth, and Braska for food,
And a monk, for… whatever…
Never!
It's these woods!
Face the facts, find the boy, join the group, stop the giant—
Just get out of these woods.
Was that him?
Yes it was.
Was that me?
No it wasn't…
Just a trick of the woods!
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment.
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always 'or'?
Is it never 'and'?
That's what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods...
Oh, if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one--!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a mage, then a child, then a monk, then a moment—
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish, only just for a moment—
These are dangerous woods…
Let the moment go…
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you had an 'and,' when you're back to 'or,'
Makes the 'or' mean more than is did before.
Now I understand—
And it's time to leave the woods.
Or death awaits you…
[Seymour starts back, but is obviously lost. Yunalesca appears, and panicking, Seymour falls backwards off a cliff.]
A/N: As disturbing as that was, for any of you who haven't abandoned me, the end of the fic is coming soon. I promise.