When she looks at Djose, Yuna feels very small. There are far grander temples, sure, but Djose stands over her like... like her father. He wasn't an imposing man. But then she was still very young the last time she saw him. A child's eyes are colored by perception.
She was always looking through a spyglass.
Ixion is gracious, but he only feels borrowed. The fayth looked at her with familiarity and she almost talks to him without respect. Were you good to my father? Did you watch as-- She isn't quite sure where rebellious thoughts like that come from.
She forgets to sleep because there is so much hurt around her. If she weren't a Summoner, she fancies she would be a healer. Always comfort. Revitalizing the living and easing the dead. Yuna wonders that if this were a world without Sin if there would be less smiles from the fatal. More fathers to come back home to their daughters.
She doesn't even feel the bed when she falls on it. All Yuna can think of in that moment is wonder. Is this how it feels to Blitz?
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They laugh at her and she is the butt of the joke. They aren't being mean, she overslept, she should have been awake hours ago... but at least she can count on Sir Auron to not--
He laughs too.
Yuna feels her cheeks grow hot and her pulse in her fingertips. Not unlike the time she broke mother's favorite vase and she thought for sure she would be punished but then father just laughed and told her, he told her Yuna, don't look so ashamed. You're not perfect.
She wasn't perfect? Funny how it took so long to understand that. You shouldn't tell a four year old that kind of thing.
The laughter is fleeting and Lulu is fussing over her and it's time to move on. Was he there that time she broke the vase? He seems to be the thunder. Always following the electricity, the lightning.
But Tidus is honestly laughing and she won't break today. She thinks that maybe Tidus helps him too.