Moon Says: So, it hasn't been super long since I last posted, at least it isn't when I wrote this (less than two months isn't much compared to the fact this fic has been opened for like 5 years). This chapter is dedicated to the reviewer, insaneoneX, who help me mash out my characters and try and find a way not to continue Yuna bashing. (It's hard!) Hopefully, in this chapter, you can get some insight to Lenne; honestly, I don't know why I won't use her name since everyone knows who she is, but there you go. In questions or comments, please post them in a review. I didn't expect the chapter to be this long.

Written/Posted/Edited: 11/11-13 = 11-13 =?

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Challenge: What is the significance for both of her names: Emma and Shiki? I may have changed a letter in Emma, though. Some say the one letter change, some say Emma.

Intervention

~Chapter 6~

To have her with me, in my arms, was almost unreal. So much pain inflicted, so much time wasted, all for what we thought was a good reason.

In the moment of thinking that, I realized something. Deep down, I couldn't hate her any more than my Emma or myself.

We had, stupidly, thought we were helping her, protecting her, loving her, but all we were doing was hurting everyone involved. Even those beyond the three of us.

I knew she resented Emma in the end just like Emma with me, and I with her. Jealousy was a very powerful emotion.

Even though the two of us agreed to this, it didn't change the fact that I was I with a woman that wasn't Emma, and she was her Al-Bhed boyfriend.

We tainted that girl. Emma's one goal, constant purpose in life was to protect her those she loved and make them happy, especially her sister. In the beginning, she did everything she could to keep her away from the darkness—it was why she had a feud with one of the Fayth. Protecting someone wasn't choosing them—or so Emma thought.

Could we blame Emma's sister for running away to try and stop the war after she found out that Emma and I were together? To put an end to the war which kept me and Emma together so that she and I, in her mind, could be together? She had in in her head that when the war was over we would go to Besaid Island and live there for the rest of our lives—away from her sister who was in a relationship and fucking the man she loved. We hurt her deeply, but that didn't mean it was all onesided. She hurt us too. It seemed nothing Emma did was good enough for her; she always wanted to be better than her, get out of Emma's shadow—but that was the opposite of what Emma was trying to do. Emma became strong, the strongest and most powerful woman I had ever known, so that she could protect her loved ones, especially the only blood-family she had left.

The first time I truly saw her for who she was when she feel into the water off that pier when she had become so overwhelmed with the task of raising and protecting her sister. It was then that I knew I would do anything for it.

Maybe I was distant with her because was tossing me away. Maybe I was jealous that she had someone else to keep her warm at night.

Unlike Emma, she was all I had. And if she wanted me to be with her sister to keep her safe because the stupid girl had entered into a life that she didn't understand while Emma had other duties she couldn't escape…then yes, I'd sacrifice myself for her. Even if I resented her a little for it.

But the resentment I felt was nothing that Emma's little sister felt. I wonder what it felt like to not have the sister you idolized and strove to be better, stronger than betrayal you so deeply.

When I saw her…lying there, bleeding out deep underground beneath Beville from the bullets the soldiers shot us full of (though I was lucky and only got shot maybe once or twice because my training took over), I could practically feel the regret coming off her. Regret what she did, what she caused, she knew then that she was at fault just as we were. She blamed herself for the mess we ended in.

I saw the tears start to form when she heard Emma scream. I hated myself then for letting myself fall prey to my emotions and causing her pain. We both could hear the agony in Emma's voice as she screamed my name. I should have known that she loved me the most. If not, then she would have never given me up.

As Emma cradled my body, I could see into her eyes as the life drained out of her along with her blood. It seemed she too realized what had happened; that Emma was just being her self-sacrificing self.

I think that was the last straw for her. I saw the life leave her along with the intense regret of what she had done. But there was something else inside those eyes too. Something I had seen in Emma's when she righted a wrong and fixed some type of imbalance.

That girl was at peace with her death because she thought it was her atonement for hurting us all.

Me? I wasn't at peace at all. All this just made me furious, the rage was still inside of me. When I heard that bastard's voice, I knew he was to blame. Him and his stupid Beville. Always their fault.

I don't know what it was, but something had taken over us that last day, all three of us. My fear for both of them as well as my guilt over the hurt I was causing by being with both of them had consumed me. I knew something drastic had to be done; otherwise, I would have never went near that thing.

That rage, fear, and guilt had possessed me and made me do something I never would have done otherwise.

In my mind, if it was for Emma, I'd sell my own soul.

But it wasn't something I didn't understand—I didn't understand anything that had happened that day. Nor did I remember what happened exactly.

Even with the few revelations I just had, my mind blanked and didn't make sense.

All I knew, all that stuck, was that we fucked up—all of us. None of us meant to hurt each other, but we did, and we have to move on and take the punishment.

Emma taking it the harshest. Like always

~Tidus~

Emma let Auron lead us out of Luca and straight into the waiting arms of Yuna's group.

I hoped Emma would remember the sister that loved everyone and was even kind, sometimes, to fiends. Not the possessive, hurt, resentful, betrayed woman who felt so inferior to her sister that she snapped and helped destroy us all.

Emma didn't even notice her.

She was too buys walking backward with eyes on Luca.

My girl passed and leaned against the railings underneath the ledge Yuna was on.

The girl was staring straight at us.

Emma sighed, brining my attention back to her. "Do you remember the first time we were here? It was your first game here. Your first official game. All those practice games at home paid off."

I chuckled as I turned my back on Yun and devoted my attention to Emma. She was always focusing on the random things in life. "I remember you hated the game and only was interested in me. This was the first you actually sat through a game, and I know you'd have rather been exploring Luca than watching lots of people swim around with a ball."

She graced me with a true smile; one I had missed seeing as it had been rare toward the end. "I loved seeing you so free when you were in that sphere; you had this aura about you that made me want nothing more than to keep you in there playing all the time."

I understood then something I hadn't before—she had always tried to end things so we, her sister and me (and later our Squad), could be happy. We were everything to Emma.

That was always like her, working to make sure that those around her that she adored and loved were happy and safe. No matter what it did to her.

I shook my head. "I was happiest by your side. Whether we were swimming in blood or water."

I could tell she loved hearing that. While being such a strong woman, she was deeply insecure and was always afraid of people leaving her. Just like her parents, people she depended on. She depended on me and the Squad to keep her sane while she did everything she could to keep her sister save and whole—even if the girl left her for it. Emma always was happy when we reassured her that we weren't leaving.

How could I ever think that she didn't need me? We both were two fucked up people who were blind to how we needed each other.

I grabbed her, pulled her close, and rested our foreheads together.

Looking into her eyes, I felt whole and complete once more.

After escaping the Fake-Zanarkand, I felt lost and somewhat aimless without her. Mostly, uncertain with this new world around me.

Now, I have her, and what I said before was true. I didn't care what we did as long as we were together.

Even if we destroyed the world.

If Emma told me that is what it took to save it, then so be it.

"Yo, you have time for kissing later. We're ready to go," Wakka yelled from the ledge above us.

Idiot. I thought I told him I wasn't going to be going with them anymore after I found my Summoner?

I groaned, though, as his stupidity was heard far and wide by everyone.

She raised an eyebrow at me without even looking at the idiot above and behind us.

"Do you know him?"

"Unfortunately, love," was my reply.

I separated from her, grabbed her hand, and we walked at our own pace after Auron—who had left us to join the others above us.

Auron was talking with Yuna when we got up there. But when he moved, Emma froze as she caught sight of Yuna.

I held my breath. Yuna had shorter hair but had changed only a little physically speaking. My Emma had gone from black hair to red, long to short. How it was barely at her shoulders. IN the end, my Emma had changed so much more. I could feel it.

Yuna almost tripped over her feet to get to my Summoner. "It is an honor to meet you—"

Emma didn't seem surprised at the automated Summoner greeting complete with the Blitzball sing.

I was never going to get over that.

Emma took a few seconds to get control of herself and make up her mind. "I am Shiki."

A different name, one needed if she has been alive these last thousand years. I'd have to remember it.

Two things happened at once.

Wakka was taking in my Summoner, "So this is her, ya? You're Summoner, the one you've been looking for all this time?"

I nodded but focused more on Emma and how she frowned as she turned from Yuna to Auron. Something was working through her mind. When she came to a conclusion, she had that look on her face that told me she didn't like what she figured out and hoped she was wrong.

"You think she's the one?" Emma questioned, trying to not let her control slip.

Auron nodded at Emma. "She has agreed for me to become her Guardian."

Emma side glanced at Yuna before turning fully at Auron. "On what grounds do you believe this to be so? So far, from what I've witnessed over the course of this day, she is nowhere near being the one."

"Why else would the boy have chosen to follow her as a Guardian if she was not a good choice? He saw her power—"

Before Emma really registered what he said, I stepped in. "Watch what words you put into my mouth, old man," my voice was hard and held a sort of violence to it. It seemed to take him by surprise. "I have made it very clear that I am not her Guardian nor have I been following her. She just happened to be going where I was going."

"Then why did you save her from the Al-Bhed?" Auron persisted.

Did this idiot not know he was hurting Emma? Emma probably thought I was following back in the trap.

"Because that is what we do. We help those who need help." I answered just as fast as he countered. "If it wasn't for the oath I took when joining the squad, I would have let her recuse herself."

I felt Emma relax beside me. Now she knew I wasn't choosing Yuna over her, but instead, choosing Emma by choosing the squad. We were the Squad.

"She is weak and cannot continue this journey without her Guardians," Emma said as a way to end all this, but Auron resisted her.

"I believe she is the one to end all of this. Jecht thinks so too; that's why he tried to bring them together—together they can end this," Auron insisted.

I growled at him when I realized what was going on. "So my old man needs me to bail his ass out of the mess he got himself into? Typical. I'm not doing anything of the sort. I am Emma's Guardian," I stressed, and I knew he got the message (I wasn't going to be Yuna's Final Aeon or whatever), "and that isn't going to change."

Auron frowned at me before turning to Emma. "If she isn't ready, then train her. Get her ready for the battle to come. I know you know how to end this. You owe me."

Emma snorted. "I owe you? Please. I owe you nothing; if anything, you owe me your life many times over for how many times I've saved it. Now, I've made my decision. If you keep on pressing me, I will send you to where you belong, got it?" her eyes darkened, and a piece of her power hit him and I saw him flinch.

My eyes widened as I realized just what he was then. Yuna couldn't tell as she wasn't trained, but I could feel it now. It wasn't as strong as with that old man from the boat, but even faint as it was, I could sense the Fade around Auron.

He was an Unsent.

And to still have his functions, his mind, his power, he had to be greatly strong of will.

He would have made a great member of the Squad.

Auron grunted, turned away, and started walking away from Luca toward the next Fayth Temple.

Yuna's eyes were wide as she took in a conversation that she had no idea what was going on. Her eyes darted to her oldest Guardian then back to Emma before she bowed again. "It was nice meeting you, Summoner Shiki," she turned toward me and bowed, "Guardian Tidus, but I must be on my way. I would have liked to journey with the both of you longer."

Then she turned around and hurried after Auron. Lulu didn't even look at me nor did the Ronso, but Wakka had a cross look on his face. At first he was going to say something to us, something nasty no doubt, but when I raised an eyebrow at him, he must have remembered our previous conversation and just left without a word.

We watched them walk away a bit before I caught her eyes again. "Where to, Commander?" I grinned at her.

She sighed. "We still need a Summoner. There was one I met a while ago, she needed some more clothes, but she had a strength to her I haven't seen in a while."

I knew who she was talking about; the Summoner I met in Kilika. "I think I met her at my Temple. She started in Beville, didn't she?"

Emma nodded. "She probably started from the beginning which means her next stop is—"

"Djose Temple," we said at the same time.

My eyes turned toward the group that hadn't gotten far. "It isn't just because she is weak, is it? She reminds you of your sister, and if you can keep her away from all this…"

"Maybe I won't have failed her again," Emma finished after I trailed off.

She sighed. "Things are never simple with us are they?"

I smirked as I leaned down and kissed her deeply. It was long overdue. "Would you have me any other way? Besides, if our lives were simple, you'd get bored."

She laughed, "How you know us so well. Let's go. We've wasted most of the day. And I think a rain is coming, so we might have to take shelter in the Squad base nearby."

I nodded and held out a hand toward the road, "lead the way, beloved.'

~Tidus~

Later in the afternoon, she was right, as always, when it came to the weather. Ironically, the base we were to take shelter in was off to the right across from an actually recently (somewhat, because really, how the fuck would I know?) Al-Bhed travel. Though, the outside was a mess of ruins and somewhat a bit away from the travel agency.

They knew we were following, but we really weren't. I think that annoyed me the most since I was trying to stay separate from the lot of them.

They fought Fiends along the way, and we saw just how much they had depended on me. It was also a time for them to show us what they were made of.

Though, when Yuna pulled out my Aeon, I felt rage coming out of Emma. And the damn thing knew it. Before he was dismissed, he had turned toward us and gave a bittersweet (for him this was weird) smile before he winked like an idiot and disappeared.

Emma almost couldn't control herself. It was a good thing that right after a Fiend decided to attack us. A bigger fucking one.

It seemed the damned things were a bit picky about their targets.

I didn't interfere. She needed to get this rage off her chest, so I didn't even try and kill the thing—it looked familiar, but I just couldn't place it until I saw the chocobo off to the side running like hell.

I kept my sword on my back not even having it in my hand when the thing attacked.

The two of us dodged and separated, one to each side.

I narrowed my eyes at the strength of this beast. One hit would do a bit of damage, probably stun us at least. I locked eyes with Emma. She was the one that needed to let some steam off. What did she want to do? Was I to fight as well?

She grinned and gave me a come and get her look before she went back to the beast in front of us.

So we'd take it down together.

It was an Earth Fiend, so some good ice based attacks would work.

We both powered up ice attacks and shot them at it.

It roared before it started looking both ways at us, trying to no doubt figure out which of us to hit. It decided on Emma.

Idiot.

I hit harder but she's faster and considering I'm quite fast myself, that was saying something.

I heard some of Yuna's group scream out as she didn't move from the oncoming hit, a low level ice spell was shot the thing in the back before I heard Auron order them to do nothing.

Wakka started bitching at me, "How could you not protect your own Summoner! She just got hit and you did—"

The dust cleared, and the indent front the Fiend's fist didn't have Emma in it; in fact, my eyes went to the air. My girl had jumped, pulled out her swords, charged them with Ice, and slammed them down on its head.

It knocked the beast down, and I jumped forward and slashed what should have been a deep gash into its chest. But he was of the Earth, so his hide was a bit resistant. When I came back down, Emma touched my blade with her fingers and slide it down.

It glowed ice blue which meant she had done to mine what she did to hers.

From there, we shared a grin and started to tear the shit into the Fiend mercilessly. Before it had gotten back up, we had definitely tore into its hide.

I titled my head and thought for a moment. If we take out its arms, we didn't have to worry about dodging so much.

With that, I launched myself at the arm to my left and tried to hack it off. As soon as I went straight for it, Emma understood what I was doing, so she sent a power spell at me, increasing the power I had in every swing of my sword. She cast a few on herself to match me, and within a few minutes (due to the dodging), we had cut off the arms.

Oh, it roared, and when it did, it knocked us back for a bit. I had forgotten about this. I had wanted to finish it off before it did something like this.

I righted myself first and felt something build up in Emma. Her eyes had glazed over with the ice, and I felt it fill her. I appeared behind her, ready to brace her since I knew she'd go down after this.

She shoved her hand at the Fiend, and, probably due to the fact she hadn't used this much power in a while, it had been slow. When the giant beast realized what was going on, it started to run toward us, to stomp us, but by the time it got to us, it was already frozen solid.

With my left side and arm bracing her, I took my sword and swiped it at the thing.

It shattered.

Yuna had run straight over to us when the shock wore off, almost falling on her face a few times, and when she got to us, she begged to know if we were hurt, if we needed healing.

I looked the two of us over and only saw cuts and scrapes that would heal soon enough.

"Why didn't you use your Aeon?" Wakka asked suspiciously. Was this him trying to prove Emma a fraud because of the dressing down she gave Yuna hours earlier?

Emma looked at the fool like he was an idiot. "This was a battle of time and power. Did you not see that every time it hit us or attacked us, it was trying to steer us toward the cliff's edge," she pointed to one to our right, toward the base we were heading towards anyway.

"Then it would have gone faster!" Wakka answered, maybe trying to prove himself to her as well.

Which was stupid because his answer showed just that.

Emma sighed. "How did you put up with him from Besaid to Luca?" she mumbled before she shook her head and grabbed my hand. "I want to rest. It's been a while since I've used that much power. We aren't too far now."

I nodded and watched her carefully as we started walking toward our shelter. That and the rain, we could tell, was about to start. I was tied and aching from the fight, and I didn't want to add wet to it.

"Then let us walk you toward the travel agency. It isn't far, but you're going in the opposite direction." Yuna offered.

Why did she have to be so kind?

I shook my head at her. "We have a safe house nearby that we're going to hit up."

I gathered Emma to me, pulled her closer so our bodies were almost molded into each other.

She rested her head into wherever I had stuffed her before she laughed. "That was fun," she said through her giggles.

Yeah, it was. I had missed this with her. The closeness we shared.

It didn't take long before we hit the ruins. I felt some sadness when we got there.

"Time is kind to no one," she murmured as she tugged me toward what we knew was the opening. The top part was just a lookout as the real base was underneath the ground. We had learned our lesson the hardway with that one.

The ruin looked like a giant cylinder, just a round bottom with a top covering it, kind of like a mushroom now that I think about it. When we got to the wall, I put my hand on where I remembered the panel to be.

My hand was scanned and a keypad popped up. I quickly inputted my ID number and then a number pad popped up for a password. "You know, if there was an emergency, we would die before we got it," I told her as I finished and heard a robotic voice say "Welcome, Commander 002."

She chuckled, "there was a faster way, you know."

I groaned as I remembered. Stupid me and my memories. Then, of course, I forgot just as soon as we headed inside.

There were at least three floors to this one. The first was the living, common, and food areas: aka the hangout floor. The second was the bedrooms: the sleep floor. And the last and third floor was where we stored our equipment and rooms where we planned out our missions, debriefed, that sort of thing. We called it the mission floor.

We headed straight to the second floor for our room. I wondered if there was a time we didn't share a room. Well, Emma never not shared with someone, that is if she wanted sleep. We all had nightmares of a sort, but Emma felt things a hell of a lot deeper than we did. I think it was because she was connected to the Fayth—on a whole different level than I was. My guess was that it had to do with the Zanarkand Fayth.

Honestly, I couldn't remember if she had first met the Fayth with or without her Guardians. But I knew the return trips was always with us.

Emma's problem also had to do with her fears, so it was more than her connection with the Fayth. Her deepest fear was twofold: failing those who needed her, her family, and said family leaving her. I always thought her greatest fear was the later, but to hear her tell it, it's both of them.

Either way, we never left her alone if we could. She always had someone she trusted and love with her. And we all loved her so damn much. It never even crossed our minds, her boyfriend or mine, that we would leave her let alone when she slept.

I headed in the shower first as I was the one who took faster ones. When I was out, she went in, and I, with a towel wrapped around my waist, started searching the room, seeing if anything had change or if I remembered something.

It was basic, like all the other rooms. The bed was hidden to the left of the door by a wall. On the other side of the room across from the door, were dressers and desks. To the right of the door held two doors: one led to the closet and the other to the bathroom.

I went to the closet to see if anything still existed after a thousand years…did clothes last that long?

Apparently, ours did. I frowned when I saw clothes quite similar to mine. I guess my soul was picky when it came to clothes and armor. Emma had the same leather tops and bottoms and boots as always. She hadn't change.

Her hair maybe, as it was quite a bit shorter (her hair was long in the past, something I loved to yank).

I came out, not touching my old clothes. It seemed wrong to put them back on after all this time. I had changed. I didn't feel like that cocky bastard everything loved anymore.

I was even more tainted and grounded than I was before.

I'd see if Emma knew any refreshing clothes spells. Something had to have been invented by now.

I went to the dressers to grab some pants when I saw her come out of the bathroom.

She was wrapped in a towel, but I knew if she kept using the other one for her hair, it would fall.

And I wasn't at all disappointed when it did. She looked down at it and had the same expression she always had when it did that: irritation mixed with confusion.

I guess I didn't control myself and my emotions and power connected with her though our bond and bodies. Emma froze as if she hadn't expected anyone to be effected by what had happened—of course she didn't, she'd been alone for a thousand years. She'd never let anyone see her body like this.

Not after what happened. Not when I wasn't here.

She looked with a schooled face, no doubt wondered what I was going to do. When this happened in the past, I always threw her on the bed and had my way with her. And I could just see the memories play across her mind as it did mine.

She raised an eyebrow, titled her head, and quirked her lips as if asking me and daring me at the same time.

Well, I wouldn't disappoint would I?

I grinned as I was by her side in a second, pulled her to my, and kissed the shit out of her. I had my left hand securing her body to me and my right hand go to her hair, yank it back, and stare into her eyes, making sure she wanted this.

After everything we did to each other, did she still want to be with me? Did she still want me to touch her, love her, fuck her?

Had she forgiven me?

Her own hands went to my hair, squeezed, and yank me closer.

Yeah, she'd forgive me, but her eyes told me she had one condition: that I forgive her too.

I spun her around and didn't even bother to back her body up against the bed. No, I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist—fuck, that was a bad idea. It had been so long for both of us that her being forced against me like that, then grinding against the towel (the only thing in between my cock and where it wanted to be buried), almost knocked my legs out from under me due to the emotions and reactions of those actions reverberating across our bond.

I practically ran to the bed and threw her down before covering her body with mine. I looked her dead in the eyes, "I can't be gentle. There's too much here," I tried to explain, but I couldn't even put it into words.

Her reply told me just how perfect she was. "Who said I wanted gentle? Now, fuck me before I do it myself."

I grinned as she ripped off my towel. I didn't give her any time to do anything herself as I flipped her over, forced her on her hands and knees before I drove my cock straight into the fucking tight pussy of hers, all the freaking way.

The scream that came from her only egged me on as I spent the rest of the night making her go horse from her screaming.

She wouldn't be able to talk or walk in the morning when I got through with her.

~Tidus~

Unfortunately, the satisfaction I got from making her unable to talk or walk left me quickly when I saw her perform a few healing spells on herself.

Fuck, I had forgotten about those. And now my manly pride and ego went straight into the dirt before I saw her smirk. That just made me want to prove myself yet again, so when she went in for a shower a few seconds later, we didn't leave it for another hour as I fucked her silly again.

My ego went through the roof when, to help her out of the bathroom, I had to perform those healing spells.

Oh yeah, I was happy with myself and damn well knew she was too.

We fixed something in the kitchen to eat before we left. I wasn't even going to ask how our safe houses were still functional or that the food was still good after all this time. My head was already full and ready to drive me insane from the memories that I really didn't care about the rest of this shit.

About midday, we reached Mushroom Rock entrance, and we both got a feeling, a very bad one. The idiots standing guard told us that everyone was heading to the cliffs for Operation Sin. He even went on and on about how Lady Yuna and Maester Seymour were there too.

Shit. This was not going to end any other way than bad

I shared a look with Emma, and we both knew we needed to get up there. Maybe we could talk Yuna out of staying.

As we made our way through the rocks, we made special care to stay away from the Den of Woe. We had been to that place a total of two times in our lives, and we never wanted to go there again. That was a place of…more than death.

I couldn't describe it as I really didn't want to think about it at all.

I had a feeling that one of the Fayth had died there, and everyone that had been cast into that place was…beyond words. I never wanted to know what Sin they committed to get cast into there.

Whether it was before or after, the Sin was great.

Of course, years after this, I would know that last statement to be so true.

We made it to the top and was looking around. It was clear that they were preparing for a battle. There was so much machina, so much equipment here…they could easily destory a city or at least do a crap ton of damage to it with it all.

That and we both sensed a piece of Sin nearby.

That is when it became clear just what was going to happen. They were going to lure Sin here with the pieces of it and, when it came, try and defeat it.

Idiots. Hopeful, desperate idiots.

I had told Emma something once, something that a part of me hated, but true.

Hope kills people faster and more often than a blade or magic.

"My Lady," we turned to see the half-Guado man and Yuna's group wave us over. "It would be an honor to have a Summoner and Guardian of your level fighting with us this day."

I knew he wasn't talking about me when he said the Guardian bit, so I wondered just how much he knew about my Emma.

Emma just looked sad as she took in what the preparation going on around us. "No, it would not be an honor, it's going to be a death-bath," she said quietly, then her eyes locked on the Sin parts. "You as well as I know what will happen here this day. Sin will come and destroy everyone it can. But maybe that's the point. Maybe all of you want to reinforce its power so more Summoners will start training. Effective," she commented drily before Wakka sputtered angrily in his reply.

I could just tell what he was thinking. How dare she say such things about followers, let alone Maesters, of Yevon? Those of Yevon would never do something like this.

"Or maybe it is a desperate attempt for the powerless to do something," Seymour countered.

Emma snorted, "Die you mean? Because that is all that's going to happen. Death. I've seen enough of it to last to the world ends. I do not wish to see more."

Seymour understood. "Then, I invite you to Guadosalam. If, on your quest, you find yourself there, known that you have allies and shelter waiting on you."

Emma titled her head as she took him in. I knew she was wondering what his motives were because there was no doubt he knew of her role or at least part of it.

"It has been a while since I've been in Guardian City of the Farplane. I may have to pay a visit before this...mission ends."

Before we turned to leave, though, he did have one final question. "Have you chosen someone yet, my Lady Summoner?"

Emma froze a second before nodding. "I have. It is a Summoner who started her journey in Bevelle—"

"—Summoner Donna," I finished.

Then we left before we got a reply or any sort of acknowledgment from anyone.

"Please let us get out of here before 'Operation: Sin-Kills-Almost-Everyone-as-a-big-fuck-you-now-kill-me," Emma muttered as we put speed into our limbs.

Yes, I too had had enough death to last me more than enough lifetimes till Eternity ended. I did not want to see the damage Sin, my old man, caused in his attempt to make me see that he had to be put down.

I already knew the damage that damn armor was capable of inflicting before he became it.

It was a reason why we wouldn't have activated the damn armor even if we had a power source to power it.

Not until we knew how to kill it.