vi.
(I just... want him with me...) None of them knew why. He was the one chosen, not for skill or friendship, but for that feeling in her gut where she kept her instincts. He was chosen without anyone even knowing his name. He was her guardian, but, no, he was more than that. There were two very different eyes brushing over them, and someone was out of place.
Out of place.
But he somehow belonged with her. (Always.)
They were (just a little) happy.
But at some point he realized something was wrong.
When he'd look at himself in the Moonflow and his reflection flickered, just a little bit. Just enough.
(When he'd look at her and dread something he didn't know was coming.)
At some point, he realized.
(He loved the summoner's messy hair and her trying to be perfect and her eyes—Yevon, those eyes—and her spirit and her will and her determination and her selflessness and how she made him feel like he was something that belonged and her smile. (Slow poetry.) He belonged with her. Always.)
But, even so.
At some point
(Spira, that boy loved that girl.)
he knew he wasn't going to make it through.