Chapter 4: The Journey Begins

Dawn broke over Besaid Island, painting the sky in shades of gold and rose. Andrew stood at the edge of the village, watching as early morning light spread across the valley. After a restless night of contemplating his conversation with Lulu, he felt surprisingly alert, energized by the sense of purpose that had solidified within him.

The village was already stirring, preparations underway for Yuna's departure. Villagers moved purposefully, gathering to bid farewell to their summoner. Some carried small gifts—tokens for safe travels, others whispered prayers to Yevon for her success. The weight of their expectations hung in the air, both blessing and burden for the young woman who would soon leave to walk the path that had claimed her father.

Andrew spotted Tidus emerging from the Crusaders' lodge, looking rested but somewhat bewildered by the activity around him. When their eyes met, Tidus gave a small wave and headed in his direction.

"Morning," Tidus greeted, stifling a yawn. "Village is busy."

"Yuna leaves today," Andrew reminded him. "It's a big deal when a summoner begins their pilgrimage."

Tidus nodded, his expression sobering. "Wakka explained some of it last night. Visiting temples, praying to fayth, gathering aeons... all to fight Sin." He frowned slightly. "But he got kind of vague about what happens at the end."

Andrew felt a familiar tightness in his chest. The game had gradually revealed the truth of the Final Summoning—the sacrifice required to temporarily defeat Sin. Tidus didn't know yet that he was inexorably linked to that cycle, or that Yuna was walking toward her own death.

"It's complicated," Andrew said carefully. "Most people in Spira accept the traditional path without question. They don't look for alternatives."

"But you do?" Tidus asked perceptively.

Andrew smiled. "Let's just say I'm not big on traditions that don't make sense."

Before Tidus could press further, Wakka approached, dressed in his Besaid Aurochs uniform and looking uncharacteristically serious.

"Morning, brudda," he greeted them, then turned specifically to Tidus. "You ready to go?"

"Go where?" Tidus asked.

"With us," Wakka replied, as if it were obvious. "To Luca. You're coming, ya? Thought you wanted to find someone you know there."

Tidus's face lit up. "You mean I can go with you guys? On the boat?"

"Sure thing. You're a blitzball pro, right? Perfect excuse to bring you along." Wakka turned to Andrew. "What about you? Got plans?"

Andrew hesitated. This was the moment when his path would either merge with or diverge from the others. In the game, Yuna's pilgrimage party had been set—Lulu, Wakka, Kimahri, and eventually Tidus and Auron. Adding himself to the mix would change the dynamic in unpredictable ways.

But that was precisely why he was here—to change things.

"I'll be heading to Kilika," he said. "To the temple there."

Wakka nodded. "Same boat as us, then. Though..." He lowered his voice slightly. "Lu isn't too thrilled about you tagging along. Just so you know."

"I gathered that," Andrew said dryly.

"Don't take it personal," Wakka assured him. "She's protective of Yuna, ya? Lost people before. Makes her cautious."

"I understand."

"Well!" Wakka clapped them both on the shoulders. "We leave in an hour. Better get your things together." He paused, glancing at Andrew's twin swords. "You know, most summoners travel with guardians. For protection."

"I can take care of myself," Andrew replied, touching the hilt of one blade.

Wakka looked skeptical but didn't argue. "If you say so. Just be at the village entrance when we're ready to go."

As Wakka headed back toward the temple, Tidus turned to Andrew with undisguised excitement. "Looks like we're traveling together after all!"

"Looks that way," Andrew agreed, allowing himself a moment of satisfaction. The first pieces were falling into place.

The path from Besaid Village to the harbor wound through lush jungle and along cliffside trails with breathtaking views of the ocean. Under different circumstances, Andrew might have enjoyed the scenery more, but his attention was divided between watching for fiends and observing the dynamics of the group ahead.

Yuna led the way with Kimahri, the massive blue Ronso never straying more than a few paces from her side. Lulu and Wakka followed close behind, with Tidus alternating between walking with them and dropping back to chat with Andrew, who had taken up the rear position.

The journey was largely as Andrew remembered from the game—occasionally interrupted by fiends that were dispatched with surprising efficiency. Lulu's black magic made short work of the flying creatures, while Kimahri's lance kept the larger beasts at bay. Wakka's blitzball proved surprisingly effective as a ranged weapon, and Tidus showed natural fighting instincts despite his obvious lack of training.

Andrew had opportunities to demonstrate his own fighting style when fiends approached from behind. His dual swords moved with fluid precision, cutting through monsters with techniques that seemed to surprise the others. After watching him dispatch a particularly aggressive Dingo with a series of lightning-fast strikes, Wakka let out a low whistle.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" he asked. "Don't think I've ever seen anyone handle two blades that way."

"Self-taught," Andrew replied, which wasn't entirely untrue. The muscle memory had come from Bahamut's gift, but the techniques were emerging from his own instincts.

During one brief rest stop, Yuna approached Andrew while the others were distracted. She had been watching him with obvious curiosity throughout the morning.

"You travel alone," she observed, settling on a fallen log beside him. "Without guardians."

Andrew nodded. "For now."

"It's dangerous," she said, concern evident in her voice. "The pilgrimage is long, and the fiends grow stronger the further we go."

"I've managed so far."

Yuna studied him thoughtfully. "You know, our paths seem to be heading in the same direction. At least as far as Kilika, and perhaps beyond."

Andrew recognized the opening she was creating. "They do, don't they?"

"Perhaps..." Yuna hesitated, then continued with more confidence. "Perhaps we could travel together. Safety in numbers, after all."

Before Andrew could respond, Lulu's voice cut in sharply. "Yuna. A word, please."

Andrew and Yuna both looked up to find Lulu standing nearby, her expression carefully controlled but her eyes flashing with disapproval. Yuna rose with a small sigh.

"Think about it," she said quietly to Andrew before following Lulu to a spot just out of earshot.

Though he couldn't hear their words, their body language told the story clearly enough. Lulu gesturing emphatically, Yuna responding with gentle but firm resistance. Wakka eventually joined them, his stance suggesting he was trying to mediate. Kimahri observed silently from a distance, his feline eyes occasionally shifting to Andrew with inscrutable emotion.

Tidus dropped down beside Andrew. "Drama?"

"Something like that," Andrew replied. "Yuna suggested we could all travel together. Lulu doesn't seem thrilled with the idea."

"Can't blame her for being careful," Tidus said with surprising insight. "But hey, I just showed up too, and they're letting me tag along."

"You're different," Andrew pointed out. "You're just a blitzball player from Zanarkand. I'm a summoner with unconventional methods."

Tidus laughed. "Just a blitzball player? I'll have you know I'm the star player of the Zanarkand Abes!" His smile faded slightly. "Or I was, anyway."

The conversation among the trio concluded, and they returned to where Andrew and Tidus waited. Yuna's expression was quietly triumphant, Wakka looked resigned, and Lulu's face had settled into a mask of grudging acceptance.

"We've discussed it," Yuna announced, "and I've decided to extend an invitation." She smiled warmly at Andrew. "Would you consider traveling with us, at least as far as Kilika? The road can be dangerous for a lone summoner."

Andrew could feel Lulu's eyes boring into him, silently communicating that this was Yuna's decision, not hers. He rose to his feet, inclining his head respectfully.

"I'd be honored," he said. "Though I should make it clear that I don't expect to be treated as part of your summoner party. I can make my own way."

"Nonsense," Yuna insisted. "If we travel together, we look after each other. That's how it works in Spira."

"Some of us still have reservations," Lulu added pointedly. "But Yuna makes the final decisions regarding her pilgrimage." The implied condition—as long as you don't interfere—hung unspoken in the air.

Wakka clapped his hands together. "Great! That's settled then. Better keep moving if we want to make the boat, ya?"

As they resumed their journey, Andrew noticed the group's formation had subtly shifted to include him. No longer relegated to the rear, he now walked alongside Tidus, with Wakka occasionally dropping back to chat with them. It was a small change, but significant—the first alteration to the story as he knew it.

They arrived at the harbor by midday. The S.S. Liki waited at the dock, crew members loading the last of the supplies while passengers said their goodbyes to those staying behind. Many villagers had followed them from Besaid to see Yuna off, creating a small crowd of well-wishers.

As Yuna performed the prayer gesture to the gathered villagers, promising to defeat Sin and bring the Calm, Andrew observed the scene with mixed emotions. The hope in their faces was palpable, their faith in Yuna absolute. None of them knew—or allowed themselves to acknowledge—what the successful completion of her pilgrimage would cost.

When the ship's whistle sounded, indicating imminent departure, the final goodbyes became more urgent. Yuna was practically rushed aboard by her guardians, with Tidus following somewhat awkwardly behind. Andrew boarded last, finding a spot at the railing where he could watch Besaid recede into the distance.

He felt a presence beside him and turned to find Tidus, looking back at the island with a wistful expression.

"Kind of strange," Tidus said. "I just got here, and now I'm leaving. Didn't even have time to really see the place."

"You'll have plenty to see on this journey," Andrew assured him. "Spira is... full of surprises."

Tidus nodded, then lowered his voice. "So when are we going to have that talk? The one where you explain where you're really from?"

Andrew glanced around to ensure they weren't overheard. Most passengers were gathered on the other side of the deck, where Yuna was performing prayers for some of the travelers.

"Soon," he promised. "But not here. Too many ears."

Tidus accepted this with a nod. "Fair enough. I'll hold you to it, though."

As the afternoon wore on, Andrew found himself retracing familiar scenes from the game—Yuna drawing crowds of admirers, Wakka and the Aurochs practicing their blitzball moves on deck, Lulu watching everything with quiet vigilance. Yet already there were subtle differences, ripple effects from his presence. Conversations shifted when he approached, curious glances followed him, and the dynamics of the group had been altered in small but significant ways.

He was contemplating these changes when he sensed a disturbance nearby. Turning, he saw Kimahri approaching Tidus with purposeful strides, his yellow eyes narrowed and focused. Tidus, oblivious to the imminent confrontation, was leaning against the railing, watching the ocean.

Andrew straightened, remembering this moment from the game. Kimahri's "test" of Tidus—a brief, one-sided fight that established the Ronso's protective nature toward Yuna and Tidus's scrappy determination. It had been a harmless if intimidating encounter in the game, but something in Kimahri's posture now suggested greater intensity.

"Tidus," Andrew called in warning, but too late.

Kimahri had already grasped the front of Tidus's jacket, lifting him easily. Tidus yelped in surprise, hands automatically coming up to grip Kimahri's wrist.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Tidus protested, struggling ineffectually.

Several passengers gasped and backed away, creating space around the confrontation. Wakka noticed and hurried over, clearly concerned but not entirely surprised.

"Kimahri!" Yuna called, pushing through the crowd of onlookers. "Please, stop this!"

The Ronso didn't acknowledge her, his focus entirely on Tidus. With a growl, he tossed the blitzer aside and assumed a fighting stance, his lance still strapped to his back. This was meant to be a test of hands, not weapons.

Tidus scrambled to his feet, his expression shifting from confusion to determination. "You want a fight? Fine!"

Andrew stayed back, watching the scene unfold with knowing eyes. This confrontation was a fixed point in the story—Kimahri testing Tidus's mettle. Interfering would only postpone the inevitable.

Tidus, remarkably, held his own better than Andrew expected. Though clearly outmatched in strength, his natural athleticism and quick reflexes allowed him to dodge most of Kimahri's strikes. The small crowd began to root for the underdog, with several Aurochs cheering Tidus on.

"That's right, Tidus! You show him!" Wakka called, seeming torn between concern and entertainment.

The fight ended abruptly when Kimahri, apparently satisfied with what he'd seen, simply stepped back and crossed his arms. Tidus remained in a fighting stance, breathing hard but looking proud of himself.

"What's with that guy?" he asked as Wakka clapped him on the shoulder.

"Kimahri Ronso, of the Ronso tribe. He's learned the fiends' way of fighting," Wakka explained.

"That's not what I meant," Tidus grumbled, straightening his clothes.

"He's another of Yuna's guardians," Lulu added, approaching with calm dignity.

"Sometimes we don't understand him either," Wakka admitted. "Kimahri doesn't talk much anyway. But he has protected Yuna since she was a child."

As the crowd dispersed and Tidus was led away by Wakka to meet some of the other passengers, Andrew found himself fixed in Kimahri's unblinking gaze. The Ronso's yellow eyes studied him with pointed interest, clearly assessing.

After a moment of silent evaluation, Kimahri approached Andrew with deliberate steps. Passengers automatically moved out of the massive warrior's path, creating an impromptu arena on the deck.

"Kimahri test new summoner," the Ronso stated, his deep voice startling those who had never heard him speak. "See if worthy to travel with Yuna."

Andrew understood immediately. Just as Kimahri had tested Tidus, he now wanted to evaluate Andrew's combat abilities—not out of aggression, but out of duty to Yuna.

"I understand," Andrew replied with a respectful nod. "You want to know if you can trust me in battle."

Some passengers moved back to give them space, while others gathered closer, eager to witness another spectacle. Lulu watched with narrowed eyes, her posture tense but making no move to intervene. Yuna looked concerned but seemed to understand the necessity of this test.

"I accept your challenge," Andrew said, drawing his twin blades in a fluid motion.

A murmur ran through the watching crowd. Unlike Tidus, who had fought unarmed, Andrew had immediately reached for his weapons. Kimahri didn't seem offended; instead, he nodded in approval, recognizing that a true combat test would involve each fighter's preferred style.

The Ronso didn't draw his lance, however. Instead, he crouched slightly, hands extended with claws partially extended—the natural weapons of his kind. There was an intensity to his stance that hadn't been present during his confrontation with Tidus.

They circled each other slowly, each measuring the other's movements. Andrew knew that Kimahri was evaluating every step, every shift of weight, looking for weaknesses.

The Ronso struck first—a lightning-fast lunge that belied his bulk. Andrew parried with one blade and spun away, using the momentum to position himself for a counter-attack. His second sword swept toward Kimahri's side, deliberately held flat to avoid injury.

Kimahri caught the blade with a clawed hand, the impact reverberating up Andrew's arm. Their eyes met over the crossed weapons, and Andrew saw recognition in the Ronso's gaze—acknowledgment that Andrew was fighting to demonstrate skill, not to harm.

What followed was less a battle than an elaborate dance. Kimahri's strength and primal fighting style against Andrew's fluid swordsmanship. The passengers watched in awed silence as the two combatants exchanged blows that never quite connected with full force—each pull-back and controlled strike demonstrating mastery rather than malice.

When Andrew executed a particularly complex maneuver—a feint followed by a pivot that brought his blades whisper-close to Kimahri's neck before stopping—murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd.

"Where did he learn to fight like that?" someone whispered.

"Never seen anything like it," another replied. "Not even among the Crusaders."

As suddenly as it had begun, the combat ended. Kimahri stepped back, lowering his hands. Andrew sheathed his swords with a practiced motion, then bowed slightly to the Ronso.

"Kimahri see," the warrior stated simply. "New summoner fights well. Can protect self. Maybe protect Yuna too, if needed."

It was as close to approval as Andrew could expect, and more than enough to establish his position within the group's hierarchy.

The crowd began to disperse, their excitement gradually returning to the normal hum of shipboard conversation. Wakka approached, looking impressed.

"That was something, ya? Never seen Kimahri fight like that with someone he just met."

"He was testing me," Andrew explained. "Making sure I wouldn't be a burden."

"And?" Wakka prompted.

Andrew smiled slightly. "I think I passed."

As the afternoon wore on, Andrew found a quiet spot on the deck where he could observe the ocean and contemplate his next steps. Tidus eventually joined him, still energized from his own confrontation with Kimahri.

"So you fought him too, huh?" Tidus said, leaning against the railing. "Looked like you held your own pretty well."

"He wasn't trying to hurt me," Andrew replied. "Just evaluating."

"Yeah, I got that impression with me too." Tidus rubbed his shoulder ruefully. "Still hurts though."

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, watching the waves. The sky had begun to take on the golden hue of late afternoon, the ocean reflecting its warm light.

"You still owe me that explanation," Tidus reminded him. "About where you're really from."

Andrew nodded, considering how much to reveal. "It's complicated. And honestly, you might not believe me."

"Try me," Tidus challenged. "I'm a guy from Zanarkand who got swallowed by a giant monster and spit out in a world where my home has been in ruins for a thousand years. My belief threshold is pretty high right now."

Andrew smiled at that. "Fair enough. The short version is—"

His words were cut off by a sudden lurching of the ship. Passengers stumbled, some falling to the deck as the vessel tilted sharply to port. Andrew gripped the railing, his eyes scanning the water.

"What was that?" Tidus asked, regaining his balance.

Another violent tremor shook the ship. This time Andrew saw it—a massive shadow passing beneath the waves, far larger than any natural sea creature.

"Sin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As if summoned by his recognition, the water ahead of the ship began to churn. A colossal form broke the surface—first a fin of impossible size, then portions of a scaled body that seemed to extend endlessly in all directions.

Chaos erupted on deck. Passengers screamed and ran for shelter. Sailors rushed to secure rigging and prepare for impact. Through the pandemonium, Andrew saw Wakka gathering his Aurochs, Lulu herding civilians toward the cabins, and Kimahri moving protectively to Yuna's side.

"We need to get inside!" Tidus shouted over the rising wind and commotion.

But Andrew remained where he was, watching Sin's approach with a curious mixture of dread and anticipation. This moment—this encounter—was pivotal in the original story. Sin attacked the ship, Tidus and Wakka were pulled underwater to face a Sinspawn, and eventually they washed up on Kilika's shores.

If Andrew changed nothing, events would progress as they had in the game. But he wasn't here to maintain the timeline; he was here to alter it.

The decision was made for him when a massive wave crashed over the starboard side, sweeping across the deck with devastating force. Andrew saw Lulu stumble as she tried to shepherd a young child to safety. The black mage lost her footing on the slick deck, directly in the path of a large piece of debris torn loose by the impact.

Without hesitation, Andrew called upon the technique he'd discovered in the Chamber of the Fayth. "Phantom Step," he whispered, and his body seemed to momentarily phase into a semi-transparent state. In an instant, he crossed the deck, reappearing directly in front of Lulu and the child.

Drawing his twin blades with lightning speed, Andrew channeled Valefor's essence through the metal. The swords hummed with amber energy, leaving trails of golden light as he swung them in precise arcs to deflect the largest pieces of flying debris. A jagged section of railing slammed against his crossed blades, the impact reverberating painfully up his arms despite the aeon's power reinforcing them.

A smaller piece caught him in the shoulder, tearing through his clothing and into flesh. Andrew grunted but maintained his position, using his body as a shield for Lulu and the child behind him. His blades continued their dance, batting away debris while the amber glow of Valefor's essence flickered around the edges of the metal.

When the barrage ended, Andrew turned to find Lulu staring at him, the child clutched protectively against her. Their eyes met across the small space between them. Even through the chaos, Andrew could see the shock in Lulu's gaze—not just at being saved, but at the method of her salvation. Her eyes flickered to his blades, still glowing with fading amber energy, then to the blood seeping from his shoulder wound.

Before she could react further, another massive wave struck the ship. This one caught Andrew unprepared, sweeping him against the railing with crushing force. He felt the wood give way beneath him, and then he was falling, the ocean rushing up to meet him.

The last thing he saw before hitting the water was Tidus diving in after him, followed closely by Wakka. Then came the impact, the cold embrace of the sea, and the disorienting swirl of currents pulling him down, down into the depths where Sin's massive form blocked out what little light penetrated the waves.

This isn't how it happened in the game, Andrew thought as consciousness began to fade. I'm changing things already.

As darkness claimed him, he wasn't sure if that realization brought satisfaction or terror.

He awoke to the sensation of rough sand against his face and the rhythmic sound of waves lapping at the shore. Every muscle in his body ached, and his lungs burned with each breath. Andrew pushed himself up on trembling arms, coughing up seawater that tasted of salt and something else—something ancient and wrong.

"He's awake!" Tidus's voice, relief evident in its tone.

Andrew blinked salt-crusted eyes open to see Tidus and Wakka crouched beside him. Beyond them stretched a beach he didn't recognize—not Besaid's pristine white sand, but darker shores lined with tropical vegetation.

"Kilika?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

Wakka nodded grimly. "What's left of it."

Andrew followed his gaze beyond the beach to where the seaside village of Kilika should have stood. Instead of the vibrant community of fishermen and traders from the game, he saw devastation. Wooden walkways shattered, homes splintered and half-submerged, bodies being reverently recovered from the wreckage.

Sin had arrived before them.

"We were lucky," Wakka said, helping Andrew to his feet. "Ship made it through somehow, though not without damage. Most passengers survived."

"Yuna?" Andrew asked immediately.

"She's fine," Tidus assured him. "Already helping with the injured. Lulu and Kimahri too."

Andrew nodded, relieved but sobered by the destruction around them. This was the reality of Spira that the game had only suggested—the true horror of Sin's attacks, the human cost of the endless cycle.

"That thing back there," Tidus said. "That was Sin, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Wakka confirmed, his usual cheerfulness absent. "We got close. Too close."

Andrew took a few experimental steps, assessing his condition. Bruised, exhausted, with a throbbing pain in his shoulder where the debris had struck him. His swords were still secured to his back, though one sheath had cracked from the impact.

"What you did on the ship," Wakka said, his voice lowered. "That moving-like-a-ghost thing and those glowing swords. Lulu told us about it when we regrouped."

Andrew met his gaze steadily. "Is that a problem?"

Wakka hesitated. "It's... unusual. But you saved her. Probably saved that kid too." He scratched the back of his head. "Just don't expect Lu to thank you. She's not big on gratitude, especially when she's confused about something."

"I didn't do it for thanks," Andrew replied.

"No," Wakka agreed thoughtfully. "Guess you didn't."

They made their way up the beach toward the village, where groups of survivors were organizing recovery efforts. Andrew could see Yuna in the distance, performing a sending ceremony for those who hadn't survived Sin's attack. The haunting, graceful dance was even more poignant in person than it had been in the game—each movement heavy with genuine grief and responsibility.

"What's she doing?" Tidus asked, watching the ritual with fascination.

"The sending," Wakka explained. "Guiding the souls of the dead to the Farplane."

As they drew closer, Andrew could see pyreflies rising from the bodies laid out reverently on the broken docks. Yuna danced upon the water itself, her staff leaving ripples that spread outward with each graceful step. The audience watched in solemn silence, many weeping openly.

Andrew hung back, allowing Tidus to experience this moment as he had in the original story. Some events needed to unfold without his interference, and this was one of them—Tidus's gradual introduction to the harsh realities of Spira and the true purpose of a summoner's journey.

As he observed from a distance, Andrew became aware of a presence beside him. Lulu had approached silently, her crimson eyes fixed on Yuna's ritual.

"I saw what you did on the ship," she said without preamble, her voice pitched low enough that only he could hear. "That technique—you moved like no human I've ever seen, and your swords carried Valefor's essence."

"Gods, you move like a ghost," Andrew teased, trying to ease the tension with a faint smile. "Didn't even hear you approach."

Lulu's expression remained impassive, though her eyes briefly flickered to the bloodstained tear in his shirt where the debris had struck his shoulder.

"You're wounded," she observed, neither offering sympathy nor dismissing his injury.

Andrew winced slightly as he rotated the shoulder. "It's not too bad. Worth it."

She returned her attention to Yuna's sending. "You channeled an aeon's power through yourself and your weapons, without invoking the aeon's physical form."

"That's how my connection with the fayth works," he explained. "More direct, less ceremonial. It allows me to borrow aspects of their power when needed."

Lulu's gaze remained on the sending ceremony, but her words were clearly meant for him. "Whatever you are, whatever your purpose here... Yuna believes in you. After what happened on the ship, so does Wakka." She paused. "Even Kimahri seems to have accepted your presence."

"And you?" Andrew ventured.

Finally, she turned to face him. "I remain... cautious. But I acknowledge that your actions today saved lives." A slight incline of her head, almost imperceptible. "Including my own."

It wasn't acceptance, but it was a start—the beginning of a fragile trust that hadn't existed in the original timeline.

As Yuna completed the sending, the pyreflies ascending into the twilight sky in streams of ethereal light, Andrew felt a renewed sense of purpose. His presence was already changing things—small alterations now, but each one with the potential to grow into significant deviations from the predetermined path.

The path to Kilika Temple lay ahead, where another fayth waited—another piece of the puzzle he needed to solve if he was to break Spira's cycle of death.

And somewhere beyond that, Yu Yevon's dream continued to spin, maintaining the spiral that had claimed a thousand summoners before Yuna. But now, for the first time, a variable had been introduced—someone who knew the pattern and had the power to disrupt it.

The fayth had asked if Andrew could find a better way. Standing amid the aftermath of Sin's destruction, witnessing firsthand the cost of the endless cycle, he renewed his silent vow.

He would find that better way. Not just for Tidus and Yuna, but for all of Spira.