Sep 28, 2006 18:15
I didn't want to die. But then, no one wants to die.
What's life, anyway? A couple of chocobos? Kids? Lovers? Armies? The only thing I had to lose was a patch of unscathed hide.
There. I lied. I did have something to lose. I stopped caring when it was gone, though.
No, that's not right either. I kept caring. I had more to care about. I just stopped taking it for granted.
...
I didn't want to fight.
Think about it. How many fiends can you kill before you start becoming one? How strongly can you fight for your beliefs before you become as belligerently as your opponents? How much of yourself can you promise to another human being before you lose your own identity?
I didn't want to leave Jecht's Zanarkand. No expected me to be legendary. I had no outlandish responsibilities. It was blissful. I spent week after week soaking my toes in the ocean while watching the sun set on Tidus's blitzball practices. I never got to do that while I was swinging a sword. Though, I'd never wanted to.
I lied about being brave, too. Sin awoke and disturbed my little illusion of happiness. Reality had ravaged my peace. I'd thought about facing Sin alone, but my sword was heavy with promises. I wouldn't have been able to strike Jecht down alone, either. He was my friend.
Just how would I explain that to Tidus, anyway?
I didn't want to leave it.
I'd do it all again, though.
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hadn't.
Muse: Sir Auron
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Words: 264
zanarkand,
jecht,
sin,
tidus