April 2, 2012
Chapter 4: The Dangers of Ignorance
His stride was long and powerful. The thudding of each boot landing heavily was a contrast to his normally precise and elegant steps. Seymour was hastily making his way to the lower sanctum of Bevelle's temple.
Grand Maester Mika was hunched over, looking old and frail, peered up at the towering half Guado, half human high priest. "I am unhappy with the progress. You had promised me the machina would be up and running. Our plans are slowing, which makes them vulnerable to exposure. If those Albhed get wind of our intentions, they will be able to have enough time to stop us!" His voice wavered from the strain on his weary and overused vocal cords.
Seymour glared, but nonetheless restrained himself from stepping out of line. Mika was the leader of the Bevelle Church, and so as to be respectful – for now – he would placate to the old buffoon. "I have Wen Kinoc working with our men to having it in working order as quickly as possible. But with all due respect, they can only proceed at night or when convenient as to leave little suspicion of our agenda. Since not everyone can be trusted."
Mika stopped his pacing and faced the large, blue haired man. "I want results, Seymour. Next time we meet I want to hear that the machina is operational and ready. I can't give instructions to move forward until I know we have the resources to do so."
Seymour curled his lip in digust. He hated Mika's superiority. Seymour planned to overthrow the man once they succeeded in their plans. The old priest had his time and Yevon deserved a more competent leader. He could see some rays of light stream in from the outside world. It was the only sign of hope, and if he could, Seymour would plug that up too. He didn't want any hope reaching his captive. It had been weeks since he had imprisoned the blitz ball player. His state of mind and body were growing weak.
"I don't understand father. That heathen trespassed on sacred ground. Why are we not punishing him?" a thirteen-year-old Seymour whined. He had his arms crossed over his chest, discontent written all over the teenager's face.
Jysical turned around, having been shuffling papers around that were on his desk. "He is but a little boy, my son. He, I'm sure, didn't know better. Not only was he nearly killed in struggling to find his way out, but he lost his parents to some fiend, as he was alone when we found him." Jsyical bent over slightly to level himself with his unhappy son. "How would you feel if you're mother and I passed in some tragedy?"
Jysical watched Seymour and the young man knew why he stared so hard. He was looking for sympathy, but Seymour had none. Seymour found it inexcusable to let the little boy go free. Rules were set for a reason, so that others were made to follow them, the lowly dwellers of Spira. He snorted, "As you wish, Maester Jysical." As Seymour exited his father's office he remembered the private conversation Jysical had with Father Zuke, the one they made sure no else heard. Shutting the door behind him, now standing in the corridor of their expansive home, Seymour had two vile thoughts swimming in his tainted mind: that boy would be served justice regardless of how long it took him, and losing his parents really didn't bother Seymour and perhaps he would be better off without them holding him back.
The maestor's teeth gnashed together, his jaw throbbed from the pressure from grinding them. Slowly unclenching his jaw, he rounded the end corridor and entered the holding area. A guard was standing statuesque at the corner of his prisoner's cell. Coming into Tidus' view, Seymour beamed at the sight. The blitz ball player was on his hands and knees, his right eye swollen shut. He was spitting up blood and clutching his rib. Finally raising his head to look up, Tidus growled. "What are you doing back here? Checking in on the inhumane treatment your men have been so freely giving. You just wait . . ."
"Please, spare me the empty threats of revenge. No one has mentioned you since I took you away in cuffs. You have been forgotten, you lowly urchin. You were nothing when you were born and will die as nothing. But not yet. I'm not done torturing you. I hope your life was grand, though I doubt it. Because you will pay for the unworthy and undeserving amnesty you were granted," Seymour spat. "No one is coming, not your fat, slob-ish, cretin boss or the naïve little high summoner's daughter." Tidus lunged for him, but missed as always, the bars standing in the way. Tidus collapsed from weakness, back to supporting himself on his hands and knees. Seymour's eyes narrowed on the miserable blonde.
"Make sure to eat up, I'd hate for you to be too weak for my guards to practice their crowd management skills."
"Why feed me? How do you know I . . ." Tidus took a shaky breath. "How do you know I won't just let myself die."
Seymour crouched down menacingly. "Because you believe in that silly thing called hope. That someway you'll escape. But my father isn't around to save you this time." His laughter was deep and rich, echoes pinging off the walls. Standing back up, he took one last look at his captive. Then he turned away and gave instructions to the guard to ensure Tidus ate, even if it meant shoving the food down his throat. Instructions given, Seymour left in a better mood. There was no way Tidus would escape. No way, no how.
-FFX2-
Yuna pulled herself up, her fingers were red and blazing, they pulsed with anger at the amount of laborious work they had been pressed to perform. For the last two weeks the soon-to-be-ambassador hunted in the unforgiving dessert. Yuna hadn't told Rikku that she had overheard her cousin and Gippal talking about her. The jagged rock from the abandoned ruins they were excavating was cutting into her hands. She could see blood prickling to the tops, but she ignored it. Her muscles complained loudly, shaking under their exhaustion. I've got to do this, she thought. She looked up to see that she still had a ways to go. Rikku and Paine were already at the top, waiting for her. Rikku asked if she wanted help, but Yuna declined curtly, suddenly more determined to continue the climb up.
She could hear her friends' conversation as she made her way closer to the top. "I don't know what's gotten into her?" Rikku said, worriedly. "She's been accepting harder and harder hunts. She's going to get us killed. I mean, the Northern Expansion is the most dangerous place. She is not ready for this. I'm barely qualified for this area!" Rikku whispered harshly. Paine nodded, looking every so often in Yuna's direction, checking that she was okay. "I mean I'm going to have to get someone else to help out. Is Baralai busy?"
"No," Paine said firmly. There was no way Baralai was to be dragged into this. Yuna was happy to see Paine put her foot down, but as her cousin and friend talked, it only burned her up more than she felt already. She could do it, they just had to trust her. With each pull up of her body, Yuna became more and more outraged.
Just as she reached the top, her body forfeited. Her right hand slipped and her legs gave way. Rikku and Paine quickly reacted and caught her by her hands. At first Yuna resisted the help then relinquished to the fact that she no longer had the strength to continue to climb. When they finally pulled her up, Rikku burst with questions. "What was that? It felt like you were pulling away from us. Did you want to fall?"
"Maybe," was Yuna's quiet reply. She was panting hard, supporting herself with her hands on her knees.
"What?" Paine and Rikku said in unison, surprised.
"You could've taken us with you and killed us all. We were trying to save you! Are you crazy?" Rikku said exasperated, her arms wildly gesticulating.
"Errr, you're always trying to 'save me,'" Yuna shouted, "the both of you!" She looked at Rikku then Paine then returned to addressing Rikku. "I heard what you and Gippal said. I heard you tell him how weak and incompetent I was. That I wouldn't make it."
"Yunie . . ."
"Don't 'Yunie' me, Rikku. You're the worst offender. You felt you needed to call Paine to babysit me! You were too coward to tell me the truth. You're – you're a real sneaky bitch," Yuna was red, she felt slightly dizzy.
Once shocked and mortified for being caught in her lies, Rikku was now red with fury. "Bitch? Bitch? Hey, listen here, you wouldn't even have seen the light of day until you went skipping back home to mommy and daddy. If I didn't beg and plead and nearly throw a damn tantrum for you to go and play in the sand, you would still be locked inside." Rikku paused to catch her breath, then continued to holler at her cousin. "And! I had to get Paine if I wanted us to live. You thinking your some frickin' pro, accepting jobs that are well out of your league. If it wasn't for Paine's help we would be dead and I'm not going to risk my life just so you can go home and say you know our people. You know shoopuf shit about what it's like to be a hated Al Bhed! You and your cushy Yevonite living!"
Yuna gasped, completely caught off guard by the last of Rikku's rant. That's when all civility was cast aside. Rikku began swearing and arguing in Al Bhed, Yuna trying to keep up with the speed of the conversation. Rikku smiled now and then as Yuna jumbled her speech to keep pace with her cousin. However, Yuna wasn't entirely out of her element, managing to throw some verbal assaults of her own. That was until the warrior had had enough.
-FFX2-
Paine watched the conversation escalate, sensing that Rikku and Yuna were only going to continue to descend into immaturity if not stopped, the silver haired woman stepped between the two, "Hey, shut it! Both of you." Yuna and Rikku launched their last few words each then quieted under Paine's steely gaze. "You're acting like children. Stop it! I didn't sign up for this." Paine saw Yuna open her mouth, but plowed over the Yevonite easily, not caring to hear what her friend had to say. "I am not going to waste my time here if you're going to act like babies." Dropping her hands, she stepped back, so she could see both of them easier.
"You were wrong, Rikku, to lie, and I was wrong to go with it, but Yuna you are not prepared, or equipped knowledge-wise, or have enough field experience to take on these difficult jobs, especially without consenting with us. You are being reckless and putting our lives and your life in danger."
"How else am I to truly prove myself when you're always coddling me." Yuna had watery eyes, and so did Rikku.
"First off, throwing yourself into extreme missions will only get you hurt, it won't teach you anything. Secondly, I don't coddle. I don't baby. I will protect my friends, though. Did you see me ask you if you wanted assistance up this ruin – no. Because you should be able to climb this. An Ochu is a different story. Lastly, we aren't going to get out of this stupid job unless you two stop it." At this both cousins crossed their arms and huffed.
"That's it, find your own way out. But, since I'm the only one with experience fighting fiends of this caliber, I wish you two idiots the best of luck." Paine turned away and started toward the inside of the ruins in hopes of finding another way down.
"Wait!" they called. Paine stopped and returned back to her friends.
"You can't leave," Rikku cried out in frustration. Her arms hanging loosely in defeat.
"I-I'm sorry," Yuna sighed.
"No Yunie, you're not. I mean no one gets over this so fast. Paine's right. Let's . . . let's just go home. I mean, are you really sorry? Because I'm not ready to forgive or be forgiven." Rikku eyes were sadden and red. She waited as her cousin bit her lip nervously.
"No," Yuna answered after a long moment. "I just . . ."
Paine watched in awe as she observed the cousins work it out and possible grow a little, personally.
"Let's agree to be civil, okay?" Rikku proposed. Yuna nodded. The two women began taking a step toward Paine in means to catch up, but halted mid-stride. Paine heard a hissing, rattling sound then a thundering roar. You've got to be kidding me, she thought. Turning around, she saw the monstrous Worm pour out from a cavernous, landing with an ungraceful boom in front of them and their exit.
If I die, they'll lose all respect points they've earned, Paine grumbled to herself.
-FFX2-
He hacked, coughing up wads of blood. He wasn't even aware of his blood loss until the yellow and black spots rained in his vision. He knew he was near passing out. The cracked, leaking walls outside of his cell faded in and out. Cackling. He could hear cackling from the three guards. It was stupid in hindsight to have made an effort to break free from his cramped home.
He had pushed his luck and thrown his body weight into the guards once they opened his cell doors. He never made it close to exiting. Now, there he stood as they held him up by his once gold wheat locks – now dirty and dingy. He knew they were saying degrading things about him and the Al Bhed, but his ears were swollen shut and he no longer could see out his left eye. His body throbbed and soon Tidus was retching. The little bit of sustenance he had procured from the slop they feed him was on the floor mixing with his blood.
The cool, hard ground was an immediate answer to where he was. The guards had left, but the blitzer didn't know how long ago. Tidus tried to move his legs. He wanted to sit up so he could lay on the bench, off the icy concrete, but his body denied him his wish. This is it. I'm going to die, he thought as a tear slid down his drawn and distorted face.
-FFX2-
He had passed out and was on death's door step. Bahamut, dressed in his long blue hooded cloak and red shorts, stepped through the bars and next to Tidus. The blonde's breathing was very shallow and faint.
"This shall not be," the youngest looking aeon spoke aloud. He knelt down and waved his tanned, small hand over Tidus' body. The boy shook his head, disappointed in the people of Spira and Yevon's followers. Things in the future had crippled in the worst ways under the guise of materialistic prosperity. "If nothing changes, it is certain destruction will have its final say."
Tidus' breathing was growing stronger, his face retaining its charming, boyish features. The prisoner's fingers twitched and the inaudible mumbling of past transgressions slipped from his tongue. "I wish I could heal you fully, but surely that will result to inquiries. But, I will not let you die here, either. Do not worry, your escape is close. Stay strong Tidus from Zanarkand. I did not bring you here to die under a fool's wish."
Tidus started to stir, accusations of someone being there floating around. Bahamut wasn't concerned because he was transparent now, having returned to his spirit form. Soon, thought the boy. Soon they would be uniting.
-FFX2-
Jecht would never, ever give any omission to enjoying the sunset. All alone, he stared at the fiery golden-orange sun as it reached out and mixed with the sea. Purples, reds, yellows, and blues tangled together. It was serene, clarity surrounded the old blitz ball player. The sand was darkening and cooling, the canopy leaves of palm trees swayed in the whispers of the breeze. His team, including his two sons, had been dismissed hours ago.
Jecht took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."
"Hmph, you sorry?" Auron's gruff, sarcastic voice cut through Jecht's reverie. He snorted some type of laugh. "Since when are you ever sorry for anything? A man who purposely caused problems on Braska's journey and my life. A man who made us travel poor because of having to compensate for everything he destroyed, like that shoopuf you thought was a monster." Auron stood beside his companion. "And why do I think it's not for me, that apology."
"Because it's not." Jecht stood up, brushing the sand off him. Auron cocked an eyebrow at the rough-edged blitzer. "I was thinking . . ."
"That doesn't sound wise. When you think, Jecht, Braska and I paid for it." Auron chuckled, shaking his head.
"Yeah . . . well, this is actually something serious, I guess. My boy . . ." Jecht sighed, stretching his arms over his head. "When the Fayth rewarded me with a real life . . . I don't know . . ."
"Jecht," Auron pressed. The tanned, tattooed man had a problem expressing himself, and the high summoner's guardian was not going to waste his time waiting for Jecht to feel like coming clean.
"I thought they would bring my family here, too." Jecht refused to look at Auron while he talked. They both just stood there, entranced by the sunset as it dipped further behind the sea.
"Maybe bringing three dreams to life was too much."
"Maybe."
Auron discreetly rolled his eyes behind his shades. "Is everything okay with Rema and the boys?"
"Yeah, our sex life is great – oh yeah, and the other stuff too. And the boys are boys, you know, Auron." Jecht snickered watching the swordsman's disgusted face. Jecht knew how much his friend hated when he was coarse and vulgar.
There was silence. Part of Jecht wanted to leave, knowing his wife had sent Auron to find him, but part of Jecht wanted to stay . . . maybe to anger the old, sword totting man.
"Seeing that Al Bhed blitzer play the way he did. To see him do my shot like that. He reminded me of Tidus. If the shrimp had been any good that is."
"You think he's him? Because others have done the shot before. He probably saw you do the Jecht Shot Mark III when he was a kid." Auron was a man of rationale, fairytales didn't exist in his world.
"I know he's not him, you asshole. I was a bad father not an idiot. I would know if my own boy was here walkin' around. But, no one's ever done it like that – like me." Jecht whacked Auron in the arm rather hard, insulted by the insinuation.
"There's a difference? Hmph. That's why you try harder with the boys, Jecht? Want to do it right this time, eh?"
Jecht didn't answer. He turned away, the sun gone as was his desire to continue to talk.
-FFX2-
"So, are you and Baralai going?" Rikku prodded, taking a sip of her drink. They were sitting in a small area designated for excavators to relax while on their break. Usually full of people, the women were the only ones there. Having returned from the Northern Expansion so late, everyone else was out and about in the city.
Paine glared menacingly at her friend. She was sitting sideways on the chair as so she could lean against the back of the chair. When the Al Bhed didn't waver under her stare, Paine folded. "No," she said flatly. The silver haired woman glanced at Yuna, catching the Yevonite off guard.
"I wouldn't worry about his parents gaining suspicion. Our parents know that were 'interested' in each other but unofficial due to our 'obligations'." Yuna cast her eyes downward. She was holding a letter in her hands, reading the last few lines. "Plus, according to this letter, my parents accepted on my behalf Yaibal's offer to escort me to the Eternal Calm Ball." She ungracefully flopped into the sofa against the wall.
Rikku and Paine gawked at the forwardness of her parents. "I'm sorry, Yunie." Rikku took another swig of her drink, sitting on the chair backwards, her one leg through the rungs as to not inappropriately reveal too much.
Yuna shrugged, her demeanor completely changed from earlier.
The Worm curled, rising higher and higher. Paine had shuffled back to Rikku and Yuna. The trio continued to move back until it was noted by one of the group that any closer and they would fall off the edge. "Wha-what is that?" Yuna inquired.
"A Worm." Paine lifted her sword preparing to fight. No other option was available. They had nowhere to flee.
"A big meanie! It's like a giant vacuum with teeth," Rikku explained further. The Al Bhed pulled out her dual blades, an unacceptable weapon for this type of foe, but all she really had to fight with at the time. Yuna grabbed for the gauntlet gun she had been given by one of the workers. It was a cheap weapon that wasn't expected to be used at all by her. Holding the gun straight in front of her, the weapon shook more than the ground that the worm slithered about on.
Paine darted at the beast, hacking mercilessly at it. After the third strike the Worm cried out in pain. Rikku zigzagged toward the fiend, quickly picking up any gil or potions that had fallen off the worm's sticky skin coating. Yuna was the only one to stay in place. It was surreal. Standing there, watching her friends battle an unimaginable monster.
"Yuna!" Paine shouted. Looking up, the ambassador braced herself as the Worm dropped down on her.
"It doesn't matter really," Yuna said, brushing off the sympathy. "I was already warned by Baralai that Yaibal had been asking about me."
"I thought I had threatened to end his life if he bothered you," Paine mumbled. Her legs were crossed as were her arms over her chest.
"Well, you know that I'll be there to keep you company," Rikku said cheerily. Yuna half quirked a smile in gratitude for her cousin trying to soothe the burn she felt from her parents not having the common decency to talk with her first.
"What about Gippal?" Yuna asked. It would be unusual that the Machine Faction was not invited.
"Oh yeah, well, he'll be there too. Cdibet zang (Stupid jerk)." Rikku took another sip, emptying the beverage.
Yuna rolled her eyes, not even wanting to know what he done this time. Looking over, it was apparent that Paine shared the same sentiment.
Yuna landed hard on the ground, her shoulder throbbing. Slowly she lifted herself up to see the Worm getting up. Inside the crater, that had been left by the fiend, was and unconscious Paine, who had sacrificed herself for Yuna. The summoner's daughter soon recognized the trouble they had gotten themselves into as a result of Paine's actions.
"Ahh, Paine, oh no!" Rikku criend out, dodging another of the Worm's tail whips. Suddenly, a strong wind blew past. Yuna thought it was a sand storm until she looked away from Paine to the fiend who was sucking in air at a rapid, enormous rate. "Yunie, hold on."
The ruined area inside the cave shook violently, stalactites shaking wind chimes above dropped like falling razor teeth. Yuna pressed herself against the wall of a ruin. Rikku screamed as she fell off the edge of the ruin's platform. Yuna, who had had her eyes closed, opened them. Her cousin was dangling for life at the edge of the cliff. The impromptu earthquake settling, Rikku scurried up cliff-like ruin and to where Paine lay. Yuna moved to be with her team when she halted in her tracks. The Worm plunged down and swallowed up Rikku.
"No!" Yuna shouted, tears immediately mixing with the sand on her face, little mud trails forming. She raced to Paine, unleashing round after round of bullets at the Worm, hoping it would spit her cousin out. Making it to the warrior, Yuna faltered, seeing the Worm hover ominously over her.
Luckily, in the last seconds before the Al Bhed leader's daughter was ingested, she poured a high potion into the warrior's mouth in a last attempt at saving her life. Paine's arms quivered as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. A rumbling noise erupted from their enemy and then Worm regurgitated the blonde. Green slime sheathed the thief, burns and tears all over her skin. "Heal her," Paine ordered, running at the Worm to distract it.
Yuna wanted to protest, but wasn't given any chance. "I can't heal her," she whispered to herself. The Yevonite had almost no alchemy training. She had little need to know how to mix potions and mixtures because there had always been someone else there to do it for her. Recalling the vague lessons from Shelinda, Yuna haphazardly concocted what she believed to be a high potion from the remnants of Rikku's supplies.
It took a few seconds to complete, and in the background, somewhere, Paine could be heard fighting the Worm. Rikku rolled over and vomited. "Uh, I . . . I messed up," Yuna admitted in a trembling, defeated voice.
"Yeah, but at least some of the poison is gone," Rikku assured hoarsely. The Al Bhed vomited again then put together a high potion effortlessly together for her immediate use. The two watched Paine drop to one knee, her energy near depletion. Throwing two bombs in the Worm's directions was a nice diversion for Paine to gain some distance away from the beastly fiend. Carefully, Rikku got to her feet and stumbled to meet their friend.
Aiming, she tossed some water bombs then a lightning one at their adversary. "Let's go," Rikku snapped, seeing Yuna still kneeling where she had left her.
Rikku tossed her drink away and stretched. "I'm going to bed. I'm pooped." Paine nodded, standing up to stretch. The blonde waved and left, the warrior and Yevonite still remaining in the room.
"I know you think we baby you and that you have no control of your life. But, either way, good job today." Paine patted Yuna's arm, leaving her to her thoughts.
Yuna waited as instructed for Rikku to throw her next bomb concoction at the Worm. When the explosive was near its target Yuna released a volley of ammo at the device as it was seconds from touching the gigantic fiend. A concussive domino of elements bombarded the Worm, ending its existence. Pyreflies swirled and danced into the air, vanishing.
The trio reunited and took a few minutes to let sink in the battle they had won. "That's it," Rikku cut in, "I don't care what you want, Yunie. No more Northern Expansion digs!"
The three women broke out into relieved laughter, before Paine reminded them, "Still, we better return with something. So let's find that sphere."
-FFX2-
Yuna felt the cool warmth of death and peace meeting, and saw the blinding whiteness through a bright portal of light that led to the overwhelming depth of power the Farplane brought. The circle of life cast a view of the flowers, the never-ending falls, and quiet of everlasting rest. She stood somewhere underground. Then everything was black around her. A roar from a beast with wings and a golden chariot wheel on its back stood tall, almost human as it crossed its arms over its scaly chest. It had a dragon's face. Its scales were a dark midnight color with the exception of its wings, which were vibrant purples, blues, and reds. It looked over its shoulder, reassured by Yuna's presence. She was dressed in a blue, ruffle collared mid drift that seemed to drape in layers over her black lace skirt. Her tan calf-length boots were soft and smooth. The hide of her boots were light, but resilient.
Yuna was amazed by the amount of her skin exposed by the foreign attire. It was form fitting without being considered degrading. The beast was standing as if waiting. Yuna wasn't sure why she was here. The elegant, blue staff in her hand was no doubt a tool for summoning. Is that what she had just done?
"Nice job," broke in a voice. Yuna turned and discovered a woman dressed in the same outfit. It was a mirror reflection, except the woman's eyes were hazel-brown and her hair was long and shimmered in the slivers of light from above.
"Who are you?" Yuna gasped. But, a thunderous boom from something ominous came to life in the darkness. It hissed and whined and its shadowed form moved in spurts. As much as she tried, Yuna couldn't see it.
"It's time," the other woman called. Yuna panicked, shaking her head.
"A time for what?" plead the frightened summoner's daughter.
But it was too late as a burning red light engulfed them all.
-FFX2-
Yuna sat up, her blanket crumpled in a pile on the floor, having been kicked off in a furious fight. Yuna felt the cold clammy sweat coat her skin and discolor her tank and shorts. She was in her quarters, all alone. No beast, no woman, no monster hiding in the unclear dark. "It was a dream – no, a nightmare."
Yuna discarded the thought of going back to sleep. "Relax Yuna, you're only trying to process the day's events." The near fatal battle with the Worm and then finding the treasure, a sphere and some blue prints, must had taken a greater toll on her than she had realized. The three had played the sphere, which was a good decision as Nahbil, their excavating supervisor, had absconded their finding as soon as they touched base; not caring in the least about their numerous injuries.
In the sphere a woman – the one from her nightmare – gestured with her delicate blue staff at the winged beast in a dark underground machina station. It didn't make sense. And neither did the blue prints for a machina with music coded systems control.
Rikku proposed it was an old video taken of a summoner practicing their art for their pilgrimage and the machina was some old music player. But Yuna had never seen the woman before. The temples were filled with statues of summoners who had defeated Sin. And as far as the machina, she wasn't so sure about that one, either.
Paine had a simple explanation. The unnamed summoner had been killed before doing battle with Sin. The ruins were close to a thousand years old, so it was no doubt she was no longer as far as the machina, the warrior surmised that it wasn't their business and to leave the Machine Faction engineers to figure it out. They were just the messengers, right?
But, why would a summoner practice in a machina factory, if that's what is was? Why build a machina that looked like a giant YAT-99 mixed with an oversized Iron Giant. It just doesn't make any sense? Yuna thought. She stayed in bed, contemplating the events from yesterday: the sphere, the Eternal Calm Ball, and the fiend.
~ End Chapter 4
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