It wasn't supposed to be this hard.

I was supposed to follow in my father's footsteps, save Spira, die for Spira, and have my memory preserved in a statue that would last as long as Yevon.

But, that was just too easy. I never was one to take the laidback path.

Secretly, I think I hated Yevon. They took away my father, and now they wanted me. One more soul, one more statue, one more story. But the journey made me realize that my father died to give a little bit of peace. My father died because he was my father, because he saw the fear and reached out to soothe it. Because he wanted his death to bring smiles.

I found that part the most ironic. And it was then, when I made that realization, that I promised not to let them take me, not without a fight.

And I think… I put up too good a fight.

The almost comically small and vaguely disgusting figure of Yu Yevon looms before me. And I am not scared. I am angry. Angry that this …thing lives on, has lived on, accepting the souls of summoners like my father and guardians like Sir Jecht as bribery to sleep.

And the more I thought, the angrier I became.

This started the pain, this perpetuated the pain, this… this pretended to destroy the pain.

And it was the pretending that made the blood thrum in my veins.

But when I took that step forward, the pain hit me like a machina missle. I was tired, bone-weary and at my wits end. This fight would be the last, the dirtiest, the most senseless.

Auron charged.

I followed up his attack.

And it was done.

Just like that.

I never felt more incomplete in my life.

This was all it amounted to?

A song that an Al-Bhed sang seemed to echo:

We carried the weight
and died for the cause
is misery made beautiful
right before our eyes?
will mercy be revealed
or blind us where we stand?
will we burn in heaven
like we do down here?

And I never felt better defined.

"Yuna. It's…finally…"

Tidus didn't finish because the world cracked like a flimsy mirror and I fell into nothing-ness, with black stars and dying suns, a flash of blue and a voice I wasn't sure I remembered, golden hair and sparkling lakes, meaningless deaths and hope filled eyes.

And then everything stopped. Died.

Softly, very softly, I could feel the world crumble, the life of Yu Yevon fading into oblivion, breaking into a thousand different souls to be born again.

And I was still tired.