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028. Inside
I've had many Homes over my lifetime. I don't mean home as in a place that you live, but Home, as in the Al Bhed's home. By the time I met Tidus and Yunie, I was living in my fourth. But of course - that one went up in flames like all the rest had. Stupid Yevon, always destroying our homes.
I felt really attached the fourth Home though. I liked where it was in the desert, inside a large crater of sand, protected from the world. Not that it stayed protected, of course. Yevon found us again and before I knew it, I was in the huge hallways I'd grown to love, surrounded by the dead. Even Keyakku, my other cousin, was on the way out - all glassy eyes and dry, blood-cracked lips. I should've been familiar with the feeling of smoke stuck in my throat and the smell of fire and death, but I'm never ready for it. Not even now.
We have a new Home now, in a less harsh place than the first three homes, and a less sheltered place that the fourth. But we haven't been disturbed; not one person from the fading Yevon monopoly has come to persecute us. I can finally feel safe inside my home. Inside the huge, towering sheets of metal that are tacked together to make the glaringoutside, and the vast maze of the inside.
I asked Auron, once, if he had a home. He didn't respond.
I don't know what I expected - he wasn't exactly a friend at that point. So I waited, until after we fought Yunalesca, the twisted monster of my nightmares she'd been.
"My home?" He asked in return, adjusting the sheer glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Gee, you think?" I jibed, sticking out my tongue ever so slightly.
He looked at me disapprovingly and nodded, looking upwards in memory.
"I was born in Bevelle, to a mother who left me immediately and a father who didn't bother to care," he stated concisely. I was shocked - I had no idea. He'd never hinted at a past life of sorrow, not before ten years ago anyway, so I never assumed.
"So that's why you have no surname?" I asked; even if surnames were uncommon in Spira, it was noticeable when someone didn't have one.
"Yes." He responded flatly. "I was given to a monastery," he continued, referring to the largest church in Bevelle, and the only one that took in children, "and raised there. But I was not liked there by the nuns and monks; the had some... vendetta against me." He sighed and pursed his mouth slightly. "But that would be my home, if I had one."
I didn't know what to say - I had an idea how it would be to not have a home, but I didn't know how it would feel to not have anywhere to call home - past or present - and I idea how it would feel to not feel safe inside anywhere.
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