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[his_fathers_sin]

Auron's gone off.

Again. He keeps doing that.

He hasn't gone far, though, not this time, and Tidus runs after him without second thought.

"Hey you! Don't just stand there! All of this is your fault!"

It was fine. It was all going great, even, and then Auron was saying something about his story and the world went white

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[cycle_of_death]

No response. Auron's broad back is still as he contemplates the view; the vibrant Luca cityscape and, close, the stone staircase leading to the Mi'ihen Highroad, and the wide open spaces.

Then:

"Yeah."

The informality is uncharacteristic; something between a Yes and a grunt that loses its way in the recesses of the man's high collar.

(This, too, is strange. Auron is a man of few words. They tend to be deliberate ones.)

[his_fathers_sin]

He stops.

Asks again, "And you know Braska? Yuna's father?"

[cycle_of_death]

"That's correct."

This is going to be a hard conversation; the hardest one in ten years.

Harder ones are going to come.

Auron can be patient.

[his_fathers_sin]

"No way!"

It's angry, as he shakes his head and then makes a gesture--like trying to shove the words aside--to add to it.

"That's impossible!"

He asked anyway, though.