Far above the Thunder Plains, a figure looked out over the crowd of Spira's people gathered. Grunting slightly as he heard their arguing... he shook his head.

"The more things change... the worse the potential to worsen.."

The rain poured around him, yet he still was reasonably dry. His silhouette stood out from the landscape, but wasn't directly noticeable. He turned his head, looking straight out towards the deck of the Celsius. In the light surrounding the ship, he could barely make out a figure on the deck. He looked familiar.. but Auron couldn't make his face out across the distance.

He was hesitant to admit it, but the distance he'd suffered himself to since his awakening at the Moonflow hurt him. It wasn't to say that he necessarily felt comfortable around people, but it was more to say that... he was less comfortable when they weren't around. Human contact was something he'd avoided during Yuna's pilgrimage. With the thought he was dead... it would have been awkward for someone to find out on terms that were not his own.

He reflected upon his journey up to this point. In small ways, he was different. He'd seen Spira. Of course, he had traveled Spira's landscape previously. But he'd never actually seen it. His journey had become one, combining past and present, that allowed him to see through his own eyes, but to use Lenne's own eyes as well. Lenne had opened his eyes to the world around him. The world of which he was born, the world that had hurt and betrayed him.

The world that he... loved.

He sat down on the ledge, looking over at the airship. Whoever had been on the Celsius' deck was now joined by three other figures.

She was there. Yuna was on the deck, standing next to... someone.

"One thousand years ago, before the time of Sin... Spira was torn in two, divided by a terrible war. This was Spira's great mistake. Out of the rift left
by this terrible conflict, Sin was born," she said. Her voice echoed across the plains, and he could now clearly see her.

"In only two short years, Spira has shaken off its unhappy past. We have moved on. Now, Spira grows brighter with each passing day. That light is our strength. I don't want to see it fade. Do you? There are so many of us, each with different ideas and different beliefs. Of course we sometimes disagree, and arguments will happen. But our hearts can and should always be one," She continued. Auron felt some sense of pride.

Braska, you'd be proud. She's everything you hoped she would be, and more.

As Yuna took a step forward, her voice echoed... but hers wasn't the only one now. A second voice had joined hers.

Lenne...

"Believe with me: Even if we're torn apart, our feelings will unite us. That's what this song... is about."

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Those gathered were touched by the song. There was no doubt in Auron's mind that Yuna, and Lenne who was acting through her, had finally brought some semblance of peace to Spira...

And now, he approached her. It was her time now. It was her story.
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