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do you want to die together
Sheena hadn't really expected this whole summoner thing to work.
The temple at Luca is a temple in little more than name only, small and humble in a way that she remembers Kilika Temple wasn't, without even statues of the high summoners. The little statue that houses its fayth is well-tended, but it sticks out like a sore thumb in a building that might have been a little-used warehouse a few years ago. Even the cloister of trials doesn't feel complete, easy enough even for Sheena to figure out on her own, but none of that really matters, in the end - what's important is the fayth itself, and her ability to pray to it to its satisfaction.
She hadn't been able to shake the feeling that it wouldn't work - that no fayth would ever accept an Al Bhed summoner despite her upbringing, that she'd pray for days with no response - but in the end, it hadn't taken more than a few hours before she'd been answered. Let me come with, her new aeon - Corrine - had requested, and Sheena had been so grateful to them for her success that she'd agreed.
Really, the looks on the temple guardians' faces when she'd walked out with an aeon almost as tall as she was at her side had been more than worth it.
It's sunset when she untangles herself from the small crowd that had gathered to see Spira's youngest aeon, and she can see the sun flashing brightly through the gaps between buildings as she makes her way outside. She rests her hand on Corrine's shoulder lightly for a second without thinking, then realizes her mistake and jolts, pulling it away - but they just laugh silently in her head, nudging at her hand playfully.
There's a second building just adjacent to the temple, a more traditional Martelite affair that existed long before the fayth's temple did, and as Sheena gets closer to it she can hear a commotion of some kind, a woman's voice raised in annoyance and a lower voice answering her. She considers just leaving, the tension of her trial starting to evaporate in a way that makes her long for her room at the inn, but there's no way back to her lodgings without passing by, anyway. Might as well see what's happening. So she puts her hand back where it was, asks Corrine softly not to wander too far as they head towards the source of the noise.
The temple at Luca is a temple in little more than name only, small and humble in a way that she remembers Kilika Temple wasn't, without even statues of the high summoners. The little statue that houses its fayth is well-tended, but it sticks out like a sore thumb in a building that might have been a little-used warehouse a few years ago. Even the cloister of trials doesn't feel complete, easy enough even for Sheena to figure out on her own, but none of that really matters, in the end - what's important is the fayth itself, and her ability to pray to it to its satisfaction.
She hadn't been able to shake the feeling that it wouldn't work - that no fayth would ever accept an Al Bhed summoner despite her upbringing, that she'd pray for days with no response - but in the end, it hadn't taken more than a few hours before she'd been answered. Let me come with, her new aeon - Corrine - had requested, and Sheena had been so grateful to them for her success that she'd agreed.
Really, the looks on the temple guardians' faces when she'd walked out with an aeon almost as tall as she was at her side had been more than worth it.
It's sunset when she untangles herself from the small crowd that had gathered to see Spira's youngest aeon, and she can see the sun flashing brightly through the gaps between buildings as she makes her way outside. She rests her hand on Corrine's shoulder lightly for a second without thinking, then realizes her mistake and jolts, pulling it away - but they just laugh silently in her head, nudging at her hand playfully.
There's a second building just adjacent to the temple, a more traditional Martelite affair that existed long before the fayth's temple did, and as Sheena gets closer to it she can hear a commotion of some kind, a woman's voice raised in annoyance and a lower voice answering her. She considers just leaving, the tension of her trial starting to evaporate in a way that makes her long for her room at the inn, but there's no way back to her lodgings without passing by, anyway. Might as well see what's happening. So she puts her hand back where it was, asks Corrine softly not to wander too far as they head towards the source of the noise.
I can't believe Aly was right after all
She mulls over his suggestion for a moment, taking a bite of her food. "I didn't really have anything special planned." She shrugs. "You know, temples, Zanarkand, Sin..." Anything else would just be a distraction from her goal, right?
[Anna voice] Son I hired you to kill Sin not to BECOME Sin
Zelos waves a hand about. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds like the basics, but what's your route?" He sits back on his seat and throws an arm over the backrest, the front legs of the chair lifting off the ground as he uses his free hand to balance against the table, tapping a few notes on the glass surface. "Next up are Kilika and Besaid, and usually, you'd do Besaid first and Kilika second, but we're approaching them backwards. Are we gonna stop in Kilika's temple and then go to Besaid, or go all the way to Besaid's temple, then Kilika, and then try Djose?"
(Lloyd voice) Wait you're paying me?
"Kilika, then Besaid, I guess?" Sheena says. "We'll have to take the same route either way, but it seems weird to skip a temple and come back." And leaving them for later makes no sense at all, considering just how far it is to Zanarkand.
[Anna voice] [Leaves]
Well, duh! They're going south! Zelos has never been south. He kind of wonders how they live there, if they even have half the technology and quality of life that Luca has provided. He's mostly curious about sleepy, backwater Besaid. And like, honestly! What's the point of leaving home if one doesn't take in the sights!
He keeps that thought in mind even when Sheena's done with breakfast and he gathers what little luggage he has for the journey ahead, letting the excitement guide him as Mylene and the rest of her religious goonies gather to send them off with a prayer and a bow. Even when Mylene catches and glares at him, Zelos still can't help rolling his eyes at it. Please, he thinks, the summoner's pilgrimage is a hazardous journey, full of natural and human dangers out in the road, not to mention fiends and Sin itself. What are prayers gonna do? Like, really, this is completely unnecessary.
Eugh.
It's still pretty early by the time they finally depart from the temple, and the streets of Luca slowly fill with people as the rest of the cityfolk rouse from their sleep. The road to the ferry is quiet and filled with stupid, mindless chitchat from Zelos' side, his excitement to see the southern islands seeping through his grin and obnoxiously high pitched laugh the closer they get to the docks. Look at him, he thinks to himself. Zelos Wilder, leaving Luca. He can hardly believe it, but it's time.
It's finally happening.
Before they board the ferry, Zelos sets his hands on his hips and turns to Sheena, his summoner. "This is it, hun. No turning back," he announces. He then gives Sheena a wink and a smile encompassed by a playful tilt of the head that plays with his hair, a stray leaf detaching itself and slowly falling to the ground. "Ready to go on your pilgrimage, Lady Sheena?"
AURION-IRVING TRAITS: ABANDONMENT
"You don't have to call me that if you're my guardian, you know," she says. Really, it's kind of weird to hear. She isn't doing this for the prestige.
Sheena lets a slow breath out, looking around at Luca one last time. She'll be back, she knows, but - this is still a goodbye. "But... yeah, I'm ready," she says, turning back to face him. "Sure you want to do this?"
OH I HATE IT
It's almost terrifying how, given a few weeks or so, Zelos and Sheena's roles might've ended up completely reversed. It only serves to make the differences between them all the more obvious, though; after all, someone like him could never willingly give himself up for anything. He's already rejected the pilgrimage for this long. And yet here Sheena is, facing it head-on and calmly asking him if he's ready to follow.
Sure, he'll follow... until he gets what he wants, that is. This was never about Martel. Lying to her like this almost makes him feel bad.
Almost.
"Positively, absolutely, totally sure!" Zelos says in sing-song. "Now come on!" he adds, reaching a hand over to help Sheena walk up the ferry. "Religion awaits!"
IMAGINE HOW LLOYD MUST FEEL
It's a bright, sunny day, but that's about the only good thing that can be said for it - the wind's blowing in the complete wrong direction, so the sail has to be furled, the ship relying entirely on chocobo power, and the sea is choppy, throwing big waves the ferry's way with little warning. One of the crew members suggests that Sheena and Zelos might be more comfortable belowdecks, but Sheena's enjoying herself, even if she does have to periodically brace herself to keep her balance or duck out of the way of the ocean spray.
She's just thinking about letting Corrine have their promised taste of sea travel, the waves a little calmer than before, when it becomes clear that even after three years in a port town Sheena hasn't learned how to tell what the ocean's doing. The crew shouts, and the ship lurches with the biggest wave yet, and Sheena yelps in surprise as she tries not to lose her balance and be swept overboard. She manages to catch herself on the deck rail, wrapping one hand around it firmly to keep herself in place, but Zelos must not have been so lucky, because he stumbles. For just a second it looks like he might go over, but the boat's movement shoves him Sheena's way instead, and on instinct she throws her free arm around him to make sure he stays where he is.
The ferry settles, the wave passing as quickly as it came, and Sheena untenses, tries to straighten up, but Zelos is still unsteady, his weight throwing her off. "Hey, you can get off me anytime," she starts, a little annoyed. She looks up into his face, and--
Too late, she realizes there's no hiding or explaining away her eyes at this distance. She hadn't even lasted a day. Her words die awkwardly in her throat, annoyed expression melting into something more like panic as she freezes up.
God he got left behind in Zanarkand
Once the ferry settles, the tension releases Zelos so suddenly that it leaves him trembling when he lets go of the railing. Oh man, his arms are going to hurt in the morning, he's sure of it. And Martel almighty, that was fucking terrifying. His position is still unsteady and unbalanced against Sheena, but he tries to straighten up when she protests against him being here, maneuvering them until she looks up to his face and--
Sheena's pupils are spirals.
He blinks, stupefied for a moment as he takes that new bit of information in. Sure, the colour itself should've been a sign, but it's not like green eyes are exclusive to the Al Bhed. That re-contextualizes everything. Sheena, an Al Bhed. What the hell is an Al Bhed doing willingly putting herself through the pilgrimage, ready to die for a world that despises her kind for no fucking reason whatsoever? What does she care? How was she expecting to get through the more religiously overzealous settlements?
"What do you think you're doing?" he mumbles privately for her, eyes narrowed as he continues looking at the spirals in her eyes. "You're an Al Bhed. You could be killed for this, you know."
THEY JUST WANTED TO GET HOME TO HIM...
"Keep your voice down," she hisses, unnecessarily, her voice pleading. "It's none of your business, okay? I just-- I have to do this. Even if I'm an Al Bhed." There's determination in her eyes past the panic as she meets his gaze. Distantly she registers that his eyes are different colors, but doesn't think about it past that, too caught up in the adrenaline rush of both I just almost got washed out to sea and I'm going to fucking die.
YEAH AND LOOK AT HOW THAT WENT
He grumbles behind grit teeth. "It's because you're an Al Bhed that it's all of my business. That, and I'm your guardian now, Lady Sheena," Zelos hisses the title back, still whispering otherwise despite the distance he made. He rakes a hand through his hair. Honestly, he has no problem with her being an Al Bhed. It'd be hypocritical if he did. To hell with all those prejudices that serve no one but a church he doesn't even believe in--everyone dies equally under Sin's rampages, anyway. "How the fuck were you expecting to get through Gagazet? To get through Bevelle?"
The universal constant of abandonment
... Tries.
"You don't have to keep being my guardian if you don't want," she shoots back, voice a little louder than she meant it to be, and she covers her mouth, pausing to make sure no one heard. Everyone has better things to be worried about right now, thankfully, and Sheena realizes this is probably a bad tack to take if she wants to stay alive. She's already been caught - might as well fess up.
"That's why I dyed my hair," she confesses. "Nobody expects an Al Bhed to have dark hair, so if I keep my eyes down and don't get too close to anybody, no one notices." He didn't, and wouldn't have if he hadn't been thrown right into her face, after all.
At least Kratos is here
Instead of voicing that, though, Zelos chooses to go for something else. "Honey, if you keep your eyes down when you get to Bevelle you are going to be called a heretic by half the church," he says, gesturing broadly with one hand. The boat begins to sway again, the waves unrelenting and misbehaving, but it's not too much to worry about just yet, so Zelos scoffs and puts his hands in his hips. "That is, if they don't call you a heretic for not having any guardians with you in the first place. Martel almighty, what were you thinking!"
Here he comes
"I know what I'm doing, okay?" she says, crossing her arms over her chest as she pulls herself up to her full height. There's a yell from one of the crew members behind her, but she ignores it, too incensed by Zelos. "I just--"
Whatever she just doesn't end up mattering, because Sin chooses that moment to completely surface nearby, the wave from its movement rocking the ferry hard once more and splashing down on everyone still on deck. Sheena whirls around to face it, staring up but unable to quite take it all in. It raises a claw, slowly but purposefully, and--
Sheena pushes her sodden hair out of her face, makes a quick decision. Glances back to Zelos, just for a moment. Their fight can wait, can't it? If they even survive this. "I'm gonna summon, see if I can distract it," she says. "Can you cover for me?"
She doesn't give him time to answer before she brings her hands back to her chest, starting to channel the power Corrine had given her just the day before. Gotta get this off quick, before Sin flips the boat-
I WANT TO SEE MY CLAWED DAD?
He can't let that happen. Zelos isn't going to die here, and like hell he'd allow Sheena to die here either.
Putting their fight behind him for now, Zelos pushes himself forward with a grin when Sheena asks him to cover for her, gathering black magic in his hands. Zelos doesn't think about what he's doing, how utterly nerve-wracking being so close to Sin is right now, doesn't dare think about anything other than the cold feeling of magic at his fingertips as he slowly freezes the water surrounding its claw. He just follows his instincts and stands right in front of Sheena, holding his ground as a human barrier between monster and summoner.
All Sheena needs right now is time. Zelos pushes himself to his limits to freeze the water as quickly as he can, the ice rising up Sin's claw until the discomfort is enough for Sin to forget about flipping the boat and fight against the restraints instead. The concentration needed to pull this off and maintain it is exhausting, but Zelos keeps at it as best as he can. "Sheena!" he calls through grit teeth, eyes trained on Sin. "Hurry up!"
ARE YOU SURE???
Sin tugs at the ice covering its claw, and there's an awful, deep cracking sound, and Sheena finishes summoning. Corrine bounds in from somewhere she can't see, nudges her affectionately with their head, and her breath catches as she tries not to sob with relief. Where do you want me? they ask, as if Sin isn't right there in front of them, and she chokes on something like laughter.
"Can you - drive it off?" she asks, but even as the ice continues to crack, Sin just seems to be tugging away from the ship, not trying to attack it. It's trying to turn, towards -
Oh, fuck.
"Drive it out to sea!" she orders instead. "Away from Kilika!" and Corrine launches themself out into the waves, a beam of energy gathering in their jaw before they release it in Sin's direction.
WELL /I/ WANNA SEE DAD
For such a young Aeon Corrine sure is just as powerful as their brethren. Sin stumbles into the water with the force of the beam, its weight cracking Zelos' ice and pushing it in the opposite direction it was going. Good, but not enough; Sin's instincts are a terrifying force. They have to either distract Sin long enough that it prefers to fight them instead, or it gives up and turns tail. But if this thing makes it to Kilika, hundreds of people will die. They cannot let that happen.
Zelos is a little sluggish, but he can still see Sin changing directions again, stubborn. Okay, okay, fuck. Seeing as the ice trap is a bust now, Zelos releases the magic holding it in shape and lets the water drop back down into the ocean, jumping backwards and closer to Sheena.
He can't help the low growl. "Oh, no you don't!" he shouts as he raises his hands again, sparks flying at his fingertips as he heats up the air around Sin, producing a powerful flame. Sin roars in pain when it makes contact with its skin, pulling away a little again, biding time.
DO YOU? DO YOU REALLY??
It's working. It's working. With every beam of energy and blast of flame, they're forcing Sin out into open ocean, away from Kilika. Sheena spares a quick glance to Zelos, elated, because Sin lets out a roar and turns to leave, and they've done it, they--
Sin wheels around, quicker than anything so large should ever be able to, sending a whirlpool of water out around it that hits the ship hard enough to knock Sheena off her feet and one clawed hand slamming directly into Corrine. They cry out in pain and wisp away into pyreflies, form fading, an echo of the pain hitting Sheena as her link with them goes dormant for the moment, and she freezes as Sin turns to face Kilika.
"No," she gets out, quiet, and then "No, no! Come back!" she screams, louder than before, to no avail. Trembling, she musters up a little bit of spare energy, throws her own ball of fire in its direction. It might as well have been a pebble, for all that Sin cares about it; it doesn't even slow in its approach, the waves only building.
WELL. MAYBE WHEN HE'S NOT A GIANT WHALE
A heavy weight settles in Zelos' chest at that, as the implications of Sin hitting land will be. His shoulders slump, and he goes from kneeling to just sitting there next to Sheena, watching the waves and Sin receding. Zelos curses under his breath. Well... that was...
Fuck. Holy Martel, Zelos feels like a failure.
Someone from the crew comes shouting over at them after a few minutes in silence, checking for injury, making sure who's still here and if anyone got thrown off the ship. They thank Sheena's quick thinking in summoning, and Zelos sticks to her side like glue through it in total silence as he watches the waves. A heavy and full-of-barely-restrained-grief silence, shared between every person aboard this ship as they stay behind and Sin rushes to the mainland.
It's not safe to turn the ship back on just yet, the captain says. And from here, they can only watch.
THAT'S. THAT'S FAIR
As they wait, the crew begins to sing.
It's just one midshipman at first, voice uneven and unsteady as they lift it in the hymn, but the others quickly join in. It's somber in a way that she's never heard it before, almost hushed as they watch Sin make violent contact with Kilika. Sheena joins in too after a moment, her voice low and hoarse from screaming.
Hey what's the Fayth in Kilika
And Zelos... feels a little like an outsider here, not really belonging in this communal bubble that's surfaced among Martelites. It's kinda funny, really. For all his religious upbringing and his hometown being one of the most fucking religious cities in Spira, it's not exactly like Zelos can call himself a man of faith, and so singing the Hymn of the Fayth along with the rest of these people feels like a bad idea, or even insulting to the moment at hand. So he stays silent, watching Sin instead. He doesn't move from where he sits though, not even as Sheena leans against him.
He doesn't mind it, not really.
Who knows how long it is between Sin's contact with Kilika and its eventual retreat back into the sea, but at some point, it happens. The air already feels empty without the crew's singing. Zelos remains silent even as the crew finally gives a green light to get back to the mainland, turning the ship's engine back on and slowly making their way to the shoreline.
There will be many dead on the beach, Zelos realizes. A lot of souls and pyreflies left behind to fester in their own anger at the unfairness of their demise, and rightfully so. The only logical thing to do would be for a summoner to perform a Sending before they can even think about becoming fiends, hopefully as soon as they hit land, which means...
Zelos spares a glance at Sheena. Well, if she's really going to do this, then he hopes she's ready for that.
efreet i think??
The rest of the ride she spends curled in on herself, hands tented over the back of her neck, regaining what energy she can for what she'd have to be stupid not to realize is waiting for them. Sinspawn, she can handle, but all the people Sin must have just killed... She hasn't performed a Sending in years, not since (don't think about it now, you can't fall apart here), and she offers up a silent prayer to Martel that her awkward form, learned more from watching her grandfather than from temple instruction, will be good enough on such a wide scale.
The captain calls out when they're a few minutes from shore, the ferry thankfully flat-bottomed and able to drift close even with no docks intact enough for them to moor to, and Sheena pulls herself to her feet, expression grimly determined, as the crew around them readies to make the bare minimum of docking preparations and then help where they can. Sheena swallows hard at the sight laid out before them - the Sinspawn less of an issue than she'd worried about, just a few down the beach that will need to be dealt with but aren't as pressing an issue as the injured and dead laid out in uneven rows, where the survivors had tried to provide what medical care they could. The crew and the few other passengers who'd been on the boat scatter, some making beelines for what might have been their homes until earlier and others for the leftover Sinspawn, and Sheena follows them off the boat, not caring about the shallows she splashes down into as she looks for someone who seems like they're handling things best. She needs to... offer her services as a summoner first, right? Make sure all of the dead are in the same place? Having to do this twice sounds impossible.
It's not too hard to find someone, thankfully - the people still on their feet are few enough. "I'm a summoner," she says, after exchanging hopelessly small greetings. "If you need somebody to... to send the dead, I can do that."
Oh fuck yes absolutely
He's so engrossed in his observations that Zelos doesn't notice the man running up to him until he's already in his face. "You; are you a white mage?" he asks, a pleading look on his face. He looks so miserable that Zelos doesn't have the heart to say no, but before he can even do so, the man's eyes lower to the necklace with the symbol of Martel over his chest and immediately widen. "You-- you're from Luca!" he says, bowing. "The son of Maester Mylene!"
Crrrrap. Well, there goes fading into anonymity, huh? "That I am," Zelos says, bowing back. And properly, too. Just for show. "You need my help," he adds. Not a question, not a statement, but an observation, a fact.
The man visibly relaxes. "Yes," he breathes. "The injured, we--"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it. Do me a favour, though--you go see that the summoner over there," Zelos points over to where Sheena left off to, "has what she needs for her sending, yeah? And when she's done, tell her to come meet me here. Oh, and-- can you arrange somewhere for us to stay, also?" The man nods to his requests, obviously eager to please someone of such high standing, injured be damned. Typical. Zelos bites his tongue to keep the acid in his mouth, plasters a grin on his face instead. "Cool," he salutes the man, pats him on the shoulder, and walks off to do his job. "Thanks, man. Appreciate it."
When the man's already gone and he's a little further from the prying eyes at the beach, Zelos pats the necklace, tracing the symbol with idle ffingers. He totally just... forgot about it, so used to it as he is. And well, shit. Word will spread that he's here, now. Leave it to Mylene to fuck up everything even from a distance, eh?
It's fine, it's fine. That just means Kilika wasn't the right place. He'll just take it off later they leave Kilika, and maybe try for Besaid.
I can't believe Anna derailed the pilgrimage already she's not even here yet
It's nervewracking, everyone watching like this. She slips her boots off, leaves them there, and steps out onto the water. Her feet wobble as she steps off the ruined edge of the dock, the water rippling under her but accepting her weight gracefully. She pauses for a second, closes her eyes to center herself, and presses the button on her staff to expand it to its full length. Alright, Sheena, no more hesitating. The dead need to rest. She spins her staff around her, beginning to send the spirits she can somehow feel around and behind her. It's longer and more draining than Sheena thinks it should have been, the concentration needed to send dozens of souls to the Farplane much more than for one summoner, but - it does work, and the pyreflies rise up from the dead, spiralling around her briefly before they wisp away.
She's not quite sure how she makes it back to land, but she must have somehow, because afterward she finds herself sitting on the edge of the shore, staff stuck into the sand as she lets the water ripple around her feet. A couple of people make their way over to speak to her, but she can't muster much in the way of conversation. Hopefully they don't hold it against her.
Ok and what's the Fayth in Besaid. Other than Lloyd of course
Just as he'd thought, it takes a few more hours until help from the inland can arrive to them, but soon enough it does, and with that, most of Zelos' field work here is done. All that's left are some official documents and things to take care of after the fact, some messages on behalf of the church to deliver to his mother, blah blah blah, something or another, shit he can't really care about. Easy peasy, it shouldn't take long.
It's already sunset by the time Sheena makes it back to her guardian's side, and with her silence and somber mood Zelos is left wondering if she had trouble with her Sending, or if maybe this is her first. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Zelos is morbidly and pettily kinda mad that he missed it; sure, he knows the basics of how to perform one due to his mother shaping him up to be a summoner, but he's never seen one before. Might as well treat the whole damn thing like a show if people are just going to keep on dying everywhere they go.
Sheena remains quiet the rest of the night while Zelos finishes up by the beach, and, sure enough, once he's done that guy from before fetches them to bring them to their lodgings for the night. It's a fine inn room with two rooms that's being fully paid by the church; and really, that sticks out to Zelos as maybe the only good thing the church has ever done. Zelos flops back on his bed, arms behind his head. He listens as Sheena prepares herself to sleep and thinks. Kilika's temple lies further into the island, so once they're rested here, the two of them will have to make their way in. Today was a distraction from the goal at hand.
And as such, there's still something left unfinished from their boat ride here.
"Sin makes contact with Spira's settlements and people die. People die, and the lands are riddled with pyreflies," he begins reciting into the room, voice blank and yet soft. "Pyreflies are left to fester, fiends are born, and then more people die. It's a vicious cycle. It's not going to stop; or, not until a summoner destroys Sin and brings forth a Calm, at least. Such is the way of Martel." He pauses there, glaring at the ceiling for a few more seconds before slowly turning his head to look at Sheena, the glare turning questioning. He licks dry lips, says, "It's not like the Al Bhed follow the teachings. Despite that, you're really going to go through with it?"
hmmm maybe Undine since I never put her anywhere
She's getting ready for bed when he speaks up, combing out her dampened hair after rinsing as much of the salt out of it as she can, and she pauses, the comb stilling. It's... a fair question. But her mind's been made up for years; who does Zelos think he is, to walk in on her pilgrimage and question her resolve now?
"You saw what happened today," she says, her voice still rough. "How many people are dead because of Sin. What else am I supposed to do? Go back to Luca and wait for someone else to do it?" Of course not. She's an Al Bhed in heritage only, anyway - what the others believe doesn't matter. Her grandfather had raised her into Martel's faith, and that's what she believes in.
...Wait. Speaking of Al Bhed... earlier, before Sin had attacked, she'd noticed the mismatch of Zelos's eyes, one of them a green that's just familiar enough to be strange. And he doesn't look that much like a Guado, the leafy vines in his hair aside. She sets the comb aside as she gets to her feet, crosses the room to stand over him. Squints for just a moment, but now that she's realized, it's not hard to see. "Your eyes... Oui'na mega sa, ynah'd oui?" she asks. Her accent is awful, but - she's surprised she remembers even that little bit, honestly. It's been so long since she's spoken any of her first language. "What about you? Why'd you want to come with me so bad?" She can't make heads or tails of his motives, here. He's part Al Bhed, and he keeps asking why she wants to be doing this, but he'd jumped at the chance to be her guardian not even knowing the truth about her. Sheena crosses her arms, watching him with a frown.
Oh that is so fucking valid. Water Aeon
that feels kind of OP for a setting like spira actually
[undine voice] [lifts all the water out of the ocean]
put that back it doesn't belong to you!!!
[undine voice] i'm following in the steps of lapis lazuli and i'm taking it to the moon
WE DON'T NEED WATER ON THE MOON? THERE AREN'T EVEN ANY CATBOYS WHO NEED IT
What if there are lunar Ronso!!!
The lunar Ronso need the water!!!!! it's importnat!!!!!
I'M A THIRSTY LITTLE RONSO--
ARE YOU IMPLYING THERE'S A SUMMON SPIRIT OF PISS?
I HATE THIS THREAD
YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE, YOU STEAL MY WATER,
YOU'RE THE ONES WHO STARTED THIS MESS
WELL I WON'T BE THE ONE CLEANING IT UP
WELL NEITHER AM I!!!! Let Lloyd do it
smh lloyd always cleaing up anna's messes
[Over the intercom] Hey Lloyd you pussyfest cleanup in isle 69
420 blaze it
GREAT GOING YOU SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE
ANNA HASTILY STUMBLING OFF A BURNING BOAT
NO SHE'LL STUMBLE OFF IT /LATER/
GIVE HER TIME TO GET WASTED FIRST
Zelos wishes HE was wasted
Unfortunately Sheena did not bring any alcohol
[Zelos voice] [Leaves the party early]
DON'T ABANDON YOUR SUMMONER???
BUT THAT'S EXACTLY THE PLAN!!!
AND JUST LET HER DIE?
LISTEN
I AM LISTENING
LISTEN HARDER
LISTEN TO YOUR HEART BEFORE SOMEONE VORES IT
hey has anyone tried the chicken salad
yeha it tastse like ass
Maybe i should add some updog
I personally prefer upsexy
This is bofa erasure??
Well ligma was erased too but you don't see me complainin'
damn, y'all are some serious henweys
not now I killed zelos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZGlaAxB7nI
WASTED...
this is the worst meet cute
What are you talking about it's clearly the best
This party is a disaster
your wlecome for my servcie
Lloyd is so tired
We're off to a great start everyone!
SORRY I GOT KIDNAPPED BY SIN
OH WORM
KRATOS STOP KIDNAPPING CHILDREN
HE CAN'T, HE'S LONELY
WELL THAT'S NOT THE CHILDREN'S FAULT IS IT
I wanted him to pay child support not kidnap me
Hey Kratos, you pussyfest, pay child support
100 whole comments and no child support
what a farce
what a dick!!
Did anyone say dicks
WHO'S BEEN TALKING DICKS
i've been eating them--
SHAMELESS
OH, ALWAYS >;3c
shows up six days later with sinbucks hewwo
did you remember to use the family discount
I hate you all. What the fuck is a family? Bitch I'm gonna kill you
sounds fake!!!!
REBEL AGAINST THE LIARS
DID I HEAR REBELLION?
WE'RE REBELLING AGAINST YOU
OH..................................................
UNIONIZE THE KIDS!!!!!!!!
WAIT I'M CONFUSED AM I BEING REBELLED AGAINST TOO OR AM I PART OF THE KIDDIE TABLE
YOU CAN STAY BUT YOU'RE ON THIN ICE
THANK U I WON'T LET U DOWN
DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME
I WON'T I SWEAR
I ON THE OTHER HAND HAVE DISAPPOINTED YOU ALL WITH HOW LATE THIS IS
YOU'RE OK DON'T WORRY WE'RE NOT DISAPPOINTED