His eyes no longer hurt, and the aching of his body was down to a low roar. This gave him some comfort, although his memories still troubled him.
Auron?
I'm here.
What have you remembered?
How did you know?
You're troubled. I can sense it.
…I remember… a friend. I followed him for… I don't remember. His name was… Braska. Yes. Yuna's father, Braska. He was my friend.
Yes. You journeyed with him. He trusted you implicitly to take care of his daughter. What do you remember about her?
She was... a summoner. That doesn't seem odd to me, though I can't remember why.
It'll come with time. What else?
She… I met with her in a place with many people. I think it had something to do with... blitzball? I don't know. I followed her like I followed Braska.
Why did you follow her?
I don't remember.
You will.
He winces in pain. His fingers clench.
Why must all my memories hurt?
…
Answer me!
… Because. You're sorting through them. You're remembering things long forgotten, and deciding what is real, and what is unreal; an illusion.
Unreal? My memories are an illusion?
Perhaps.
What does that mean? Why must you speak in riddles?
Because, I cannot give you the answers you seek. Only you can.
It's hard.
I know.
He sat in silence after that, floating in the darkness, only contemplating the things that were called 'memories.'
