I listen to people in the Farplane. I listen to them talk and rant and cry and laugh while I wait for Shuyin to return to me. The newcomers aren't different from the people that existed in my life, they are all scared, distraught, lost, confused.
Though, if anything, there is more than a glimmer of hope in them. I have heard of the Summoner Yuna, and she sounds very kind, very kind. I would have liked to meet her. And I am sorry for her loss. I have spoken to Tidus, briefly, once. He reminded me so much of Shuyin, courageous, strong, hopelessly in love and would do anything for it.
I am glad that there is still a chance of him being sent back to her. I suppose she waits for him as I wait for mine. Patiently, lovingly.
But I have heard more trailing news from newcomers who knew too much and were executed because of this. When I first heard the familiar word Vegnagun spill from a Yevonites lips I immediately knew. I knew he would try again. If not for me, then for his own dark sorrow, his revenge, his desperate love.
They call him a monster, a monster bent on selfish hatred of life. But, I know, he's not a monster. And if he were a monster, then he would be more than that. He would be a monster in love.
Because I know, when we died, I was not the only one crying.
And monsters don't cry.
