sphere 05 ✛ {video | teneka} i grow old, i grow old
[It's dark, but anyone watching this video can make out a bedroom that's simply decorated. Heavy curtains frame the open window through which moonlight falls, illuminating silhouettes of a desk, chair, and bookshelf. The PORTAL is sitting on the bedside table and is focused on a man with short hair who is standing in front of a (his) mirror.
His hand is pressed flat against its smooth surface, and on the other side, there's the image of a woman. Her hair is short and yellow-blonde, colored like the sands of the desert she once lived in, and her mischievous eyes are vividly green with pupils in the shape of a spiral. It looks like she's laughing at something, and the man sighs heavily, sorrowfully.
He wishes he could at least hear her laugh. He misses it terribly.]
Ten years... [Braska's voice is wistful.] And here I thought merely a few without you were long enough, my dear.
How are Auron and Jecht...? Have they recovered well? I think they have, but I can't tell just from seeing them. [He needs to hear their voices, their laughs, talk with them.] And what of Yuna? I cannot see her from here... Has she found someone new? Or is she still hopelessly devoted to Tidus? I would be happy if she found someone who can make her happy, of course, but I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't let go. I know where she would get that from, after all.
I... I am doing all right. Sometimes I think the children have saved me, in their own way. [He doesn't just mean the orphanage children; Fabian, Dawn... All of those he has taken under his wing.] I cannot imagine what I would be like right now without them. Sometimes... I cannot help but to see you in them. You, and Auron, and Jecht, and Yuna... I see all of you in all of them, in everyone I know here. It gladdens me, and it saddens me just as much. But...
I still miss you. [His voice nearly breaks when he says this.] My beautiful...
[He turns his head away from the mirror, the image finally too much for him to look at. This is when he notices that his PORTAL is on, and he quickly hurries to turn it off, hoping that it didn't catch too much.]
His hand is pressed flat against its smooth surface, and on the other side, there's the image of a woman. Her hair is short and yellow-blonde, colored like the sands of the desert she once lived in, and her mischievous eyes are vividly green with pupils in the shape of a spiral. It looks like she's laughing at something, and the man sighs heavily, sorrowfully.
He wishes he could at least hear her laugh. He misses it terribly.]
Ten years... [Braska's voice is wistful.] And here I thought merely a few without you were long enough, my dear.
How are Auron and Jecht...? Have they recovered well? I think they have, but I can't tell just from seeing them. [He needs to hear their voices, their laughs, talk with them.] And what of Yuna? I cannot see her from here... Has she found someone new? Or is she still hopelessly devoted to Tidus? I would be happy if she found someone who can make her happy, of course, but I wouldn't be surprised if she hasn't let go. I know where she would get that from, after all.
I... I am doing all right. Sometimes I think the children have saved me, in their own way. [He doesn't just mean the orphanage children; Fabian, Dawn... All of those he has taken under his wing.] I cannot imagine what I would be like right now without them. Sometimes... I cannot help but to see you in them. You, and Auron, and Jecht, and Yuna... I see all of you in all of them, in everyone I know here. It gladdens me, and it saddens me just as much. But...
I still miss you. [His voice nearly breaks when he says this.] My beautiful...
[He turns his head away from the mirror, the image finally too much for him to look at. This is when he notices that his PORTAL is on, and he quickly hurries to turn it off, hoping that it didn't catch too much.]