Memories came and slipped away like dreams.
Like pyreflies. That word stirred others - pilgrimage, which dragged with it Sin. The staff in her hand was one of a summoner. And that was her of course, a simple fact that shouldn't have made her want to weep. She couldn't remember what she had been doing, where in Spira she had last stood, but on the haze shadows of her remembrances were aching feelings of loss tangled with the thrill of triumph, the heady relief of victory.
Laguna and Lightning didn't pry. Watching the other woman's fingers twitch around her sword, Yuna realized that she, too, was searching. Wondering. Laguna was harder to understand, and watching him didn't answer any of her unspoken questions, though it did make her laugh.
Sir Jecht's shadow fell over her first, and when she looked up in surprise, it was into his grinning face. "Yuna-chan!" And then she was picked up, swung up onto his shoulder like she was six again, and he was twenty-nine again, and he was alive again.
Like pyreflies. That word stirred others - pilgrimage, which dragged with it Sin. The staff in her hand was one of a summoner. And that was her of course, a simple fact that shouldn't have made her want to weep. She couldn't remember what she had been doing, where in Spira she had last stood, but on the haze shadows of her remembrances were aching feelings of loss tangled with the thrill of triumph, the heady relief of victory.
Laguna and Lightning didn't pry. Watching the other woman's fingers twitch around her sword, Yuna realized that she, too, was searching. Wondering. Laguna was harder to understand, and watching him didn't answer any of her unspoken questions, though it did make her laugh.
Sir Jecht's shadow fell over her first, and when she looked up in surprise, it was into his grinning face. "Yuna-chan!" And then she was picked up, swung up onto his shoulder like she was six again, and he was twenty-nine again, and he was alive again.