From the moment she looked into his eyes, he was entranced. For so young a summoner, she was someone that set his soul alight, it seemed. He knew he was missing something in his isolated existence, despite his high stance as a maester of Yevon, but he did not intend to find it anywhere in Spira. He did not intend to find anyone at all. The childhood that he lived through was a severely painful adolescence. After Lord Jyscal forced both his wife and his only son into exile, the events that followed only became worse, each more fatal than the last.

Seymour's mother sacrificed her life and became Anima, and offered the newfound strength to her son. Horrified, he refused the powers of Anima and was left in isolation until his pseudo-sadistic thinking developed, and he realized that death seemed to be the purest remedy for the painful existence in one's anguished life. From that point onward, his plans were resolved. He wanted to give each and every denizen in Spira the rest they must have, instead of living on in pain. He must murder each and every person, and this was the grounding of his philosophy.

His comeback to Guadosalam as maester and high priest of Macalania Temple set his plans off to a desirable start. But it was only then that he found himself caught in the arena of corrupted politics and mixed motives. The time period after he landed the role as maester and high priest, he seemed to almost forget of his philosophical outlook on life. He became confused and decided to temporarily let his passion for his beliefs wane for some while before he would remember again.

Shortly after meeting with Yuna, he was in a state of mixed emotions and thoughts as well. He felt misplaced by her state of purity and innocence, but he was sure that like everyone else, he fell into awe with her determination to complete her journey as a summoner. He fell into admiration for the surprising strength that emanated from someone so unexpected. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wished that she would be the one to stand beside him as his queen, and together rule Spira. But he knew she would object to his idea of death, and he felt strange enough to keep that particular secret to himself. In the meantime, he wanted to speak to her more and come to know her. He wanted something out of her but he was unable to pinpoint exactly what that was.

It would only be a matter of time until he realized what he really wanted.

"Who does Seymour think he is anyway?" Asked Tidus unnervingly.

"He is a maester of Yevon. A request to speak with Yuna must be of importance and he might help us further our pilgrimage. You've thought of that, haven't you?" Replied Lulu unenthusiastically.

"But still," said Tidus. "I don't feel too good about all this."

"... Are you jealous?" Smirked Lulu, as she turned to Tidus to get a good look at his expression. Lulu already knew the answer to her question, but needed it confirmed by Tidus himself. He looked at Lulu in confusion and then averted his eyes to the tips of his shoes. Her answer was confirmed indeed.

As she sighed with disapproval, she looked at him like a mother who had just scolded her teenage son for a bad deed. After a moment of thought, she spoke.

"If that's the case, you know well to keep your mouth shut. You are a guardian. You cannot let your emotions lead the way. Is that clear?"

Just as Tidus struggled to deny how fond he became of Yuna, their wait came to an end at last, when Auron stepped out of the temple doors as Yuna steadily followed behind. She had sent hundreds of souls out to the farplane all morning, and Auron watched after her for the remaining hours in which she rested. As Yuna followed Auron, all her guardians began to surround her to make sure she was alright.

Lulu immediately ran to her and held her face to feel her forehead.

"Lulu, I'm fine," Yuna said with a faint smile.

"But you've been sending all night and all morning. Are you sure you're ready to move forward?" Asked Lulu in worry.

The summoner looked around at her teammates.

"I am. But we must first go to Guadosalam. Maester Seymour wants to see me, remember?" All nodded in agreement and began to make their way out of Djose and through the Moonflow.

As they made their way into Guadosalam, Tromell greeted Yuna with high spirits, while he disregarded the rest of her guardianship. Their suspicions rose even higher, because they already held certain assumptions with them, especially Auron. However discreet, the team was somewhat taken back by the bluntness in which he regarded them. As a result, they knew this meant that Seymour had plans solely for Yuna, and no one else.

While they followed Tromell through the red double doors and entered into the lobby, Tromell looked at Yuna with an awkwardly caring stare. After some time of silence, she almost began to speak until he abruptly cut her off.

"Ah, Lady Yuna. It is such a pleasure to have you in our home. My lord is very pleased. You know, he has such an uncanny resemblance to Lord Jyscal. I still cannot believe how high Lord Seymour has become. But I do miss Lord Jyscal very much. Ah, it is a shame of my lord's death. Such a shame."

He then stalked off into the purple double doors and left the guests to wait wonderingly. Yuna turned around and saw that all her guardians had been starring keenly at the interaction between Tromell and her for the past few minutes. Tidus was closest to her, and he looked at her with his arms crossed and a cautious expression on his face, one she had never seen before. Lulu stood in silence, staring at the closed doorway in thought. Wakka busied himself by scratching the back of his neck in worry. Rikku looked at the tips of her shoes, biting her bottom lip in nervousness, unable to meet her cousin's gaze.

As she looked around at all of her guardians in question, Auron began to walk toward her. Since no one else was willing to talk, all were grateful that he was the only one who had the heart to warn Yuna in the matter. The rest of the guardianship moved in closer as he began.

"Yuna, be careful. I doubt Seymour will savor the thought of your guardians sticking beside you everywhere you go. In other words, he might not let us in with you. We can't stop you, but we can advise you. Just be careful," said Auron.

All others looked at each other in resolution and turned to her. Just as she made way to respond to their apprehension and unease, Tromell stepped back into the lobby and asked for her to come inside. She heard his words, but refused to turn around. She still faced her guardians and looked at all of them, and then smiled. In a whisper directed only to the ears of her guardians, her words were clear.

"I'll be careful."

Tidus was on the verge of stopping her, until Auron held him back with a firm fist to the chest. Yuna then made her way, just as the purple double doors closed behind her.

As she stepped into another lavishly embellished room, Yuna's eyes found Seymour at the far end of a window, looking out into the night sky. After some while, he turned around and smiled serenely at her. There was a strange peacefulness in the room and she felt more relaxed than usual. It was as if the duties of her prophetic future were suddenly swept beneath her and she felt free again. Above all, she felt calmer here than anywhere she had been before.

As she began to take in the atmosphere, he watched her intently. After a while she looked at him at the far end, and smiled uneasily. She stood in the center of the room, as he slowly approached her. All around was quiet, and not a sound was to be heard.

There were so many thoughts that swirled around inside her. There was something about him that irked her. The last time she touched his hands, she could recall the cold rush of air that amplified through her entire body. It was hard to say whether she expected him to hurt her or simply speak to her. Only a moment ago, she was confident in facing him alone, but now regret seemed to pour over her as she thought of Tidus and his apparent urge to accompany her. She began to wish her guardians were behind her, instead of the deadening silence that now surrounded her senses. She suddenly thought of Tidus and how badly she needed him beside her at this moment. She was not comfortable, and her unease began to build.

The closer he proceeded, the more anxious she became. He looked at her as if she were a jewel cast upon an abandoned shore, waiting to be touched. She looked at him like a lost child, unable to grasp the situation, even though she somehow guessed what would eventually happen. She was almost on the verge of freaking out until he placed a cold hand on her bare shoulder and she shuddered. She was never used to this type of intensity, her emotions could not handle it. Within that moment, she realized how weak she was, and she could not fight off the intoxication of his presence.

He was now only inches away from her. He looked at her, but she was unwilling to look up at him. Her eyes averted to the decorated walls of the massive room instead. After a moment, he began to lean in toward her, until she suddenly stepped back and looked at him, horrified. Even though she could not sense her unexpected source of motivation to suddenly move, she was relieved that she did. She was not as immobile as she thought. Rationale suddenly came back to her. Horror suddenly turned into question. She stood still, eyes suddenly affixed to the maester.

At that moment, he had no idea what to do. He thought she would have given in. His emotions ran haywire but he managed to calm down and recollect himself. He managed to cock a brow in surprise and look at her in curiosity.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, slightly unnerved by her unexpected actions.

"I... I thought there was something you wanted to speak to me about," she said, traces of nervousness still looming inside her.

After a moment, she calmed down and gathered all her bravado to look up at him.

"... I'm sorry, your grace," she said in a formal tone.

She suddenly found herself irritated. Did he simply think she was going to give in that easily? Her guardians were waiting just outside that door. One scream or sign of danger and they would have blown the double doors to dust and get her out of there.

"I... I must leave. I'm sorry," she said, looking around as if searching for something she had misplaced.

Her eyes eventually averted to him, waiting for some sort of response. After a moment nothing came of it, so she turned around and walked toward the door, until she felt a cold hand grab her wrist. She gasped and turned back to face him. He looked at her for a moment, and then gently freed her wrist. He turned back and proceeded toward the window at the far end of the room. Just as he began to walk back, he stopped and turned around to face her in the distance.

"We will meet again, Lady Yuna," he said.

Before she had the opportunity to respond, she decided it was best to get out of there as quick as possible. She inhaled a deep breath, attempting to steady her rapid breathing, while walking briskly toward the exit. When she got there, she slowly opened the double doors and walked back outside.