Come.

The same flowers blossom, the same scents of spring breezes and freshly cut grass permeate the air.

This is it; the last of the aeons.

The smell that I so eagerly accepted, the smell that made me want to cry and smile at the same time, was changed.

Blood.

The air smelled of blood.

Sandy, your arm reached out to me, pointing gracefully, dripping with crimson.

Cindy glared and crossed her arms.

Mindy glowered and gestured at me rudely.

So you know.

I could expect no less.

You… were the hardest to take down; the strongest of the aeons.

I felt dirty at the feeling of regret that I trained you so well.

So dirty… so enraged that I tore open universes with the strongest Ultima I had ever performed.

I hated myself.

I hated…having to do this to you.

Most of all, I hated the fate the created this path.

I hate…. I hate it all.

The world that took my father away.

The world that raised me behind a curtain of lies.

The world that made me what I am.

Mindy collapses, the life draining out of her.

How…Why has it come to this?

Who have I angered?

Tidus unleashes his attack with a snarl.

My arms suddenly feel feeble, my legs weak, as I realize what I have done, what I am doing.

What I have become.

My arm reaches out to stop the madness, to stop the pain. My legs carry me to you, to the fallen form of Mindy.

Auron grabs me from behind. His voice is harsh, rough. "Not now Yuna, not NOW!"

I smell sweat on him. His is tired, just as I am; bone-weary.

I want to fall back on him, crumple against the strong arms that are keeping me from meeting death at the hand of my… family.

Enemy; I meant enemy.

But I push him off gently, assure him I am fine.

I feel his eyes on me as I turn back to the battle at hand.

A well-practiced flick of my wrists, a familiar feeling of magic channeling through me amplified and controlled by my wand.

The familiar sight of my enemies going up in flames.

Goodbye.

I bow my head to hide the silent tears.