"Would you have me leave?"

It's a rhetorical question, of course, but when he asks it he sounds as serious as he always does. Auron doesn't move from where he's leaning at first, but he reaches up to adjust his collar, tugging at it with his fingers while he watches Tidus fidget and stretch with his back to him, silhouette outlined by the fading color of a sky on fire guttering out.

Auron puts his hand behind his back to push himself upright with his eyes to the ground.

"If that's what you want..."