There's a gap in the sensation when he presses that kiss to his ruined eye, bisected by the dark, nerveless line running from his brow to his cheek. It seems strange that his body still follows these rules now that he's no longer truly flesh and blood, but perhaps those are the limits of the mind. His mind is wandering. On the edge of — Something.
His chest is tight, but not because of Tidus's weight. Auron shuts his eye just for long enough to breathe in and out once.
This was always meant to be his penance, but it was about more than the mistakes he made. If Jecht could see him now...
For some reason, he always pictures him laughing. He supposes he deserves it.
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There's a gap in the sensation when he presses that kiss to his ruined eye, bisected by the dark, nerveless line running from his brow to his cheek. It seems strange that his body still follows these rules now that he's no longer truly flesh and blood, but perhaps those are the limits of the mind. His mind is wandering. On the edge of — Something.
His chest is tight, but not because of Tidus's weight. Auron shuts his eye just for long enough to breathe in and out once.
This was always meant to be his penance, but it was about more than the mistakes he made. If Jecht could see him now...
For some reason, he always pictures him laughing. He supposes he deserves it.
"Trust me. If I was, you would know.
Are you sure?"