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Chapter 18

   “Yuna? Yuna!”

   Someone was shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes and saw Tidus, leaning over her. She did not recognize the ceiling above him.

   “You scared me,” he sighed. “You weren't responding at all; I thought you were dead!”

   “Dead?” Me or you?” she asked.

   A searing pain immediately manifested itself inside her head, and she held it in her hands.

   “You all right? You must have hit your head strongly,” the young man declared.

   She was not able to remember why she had asked this strange question about their possible death. She appeared to have a feeling about something atrocious related to Tidus, and about a will to save him...

   “I have more than anything the impression that I cried a lot,” she answered.

   He lay beside her.

   “Me either, I don't remember what happened, but I'm hurting all over.”

   “We've found rags in the trees, and we've thought they would lead us to a village.”

   “I remember now. We've wanted to explore the forest Luchera seemed to protect, and we... uh? I can't remember.”

   She searched inside her memories, but only found a vast sadness.

   “I ran after something,” Tidus said.

   Yuna stood up straight very carefully, in order to not awaken her headache.

   “We must stop thinking about this,” she declared.

   “Easier said than done. It's coming to my mind continuously.”

   “It's because we're stuck inside this little dark room. Let's go out!”

   She took the time to look around her: the walls and the floor were made of stone. A filthy smell was making her nauseous, but she did not know if it was coming from the room or the air itself. She got back on her feet slowly, and noticed she was dressed. She examined her new green dress, ornamented with geometrical patterns on the sleeves and the hem.

   They went out and found themselves in a hallway with a tortuous floor. They saw other places, similar to the one they had just left. The place was dilapidated, and they found no clue about its function. As they were exploring, the smell, still strong, was making Yuna retch more and more vehemently.

   They had no idea about the path to follow or what they were about to find there. Yet, they had to run this risk.

   “But what smells so bad?” she ended up asking. “I have difficulty in breathing.”

   “This is a very ancient smell. Don't be offended, but I smelt something similar the first time I entered the temple.”

   “In Besaid? But this is my home!”

   “That's why I asked you to not be offended. You always smell good, and I got used to the smell of the temple.”

   She understood quickly that he was right.

   “It's like the cloister of trials,” she noticed. “In Besaid, it leads to the chamber of the fayth, at the end of the temple.”

   “But of course, that's right!” Tidus exclaimed.

   Yuna, in her case, found every conclusion premature. Finding similarities with a place she was familiar with was appeasing her, but there were some differences too. The mysterious corridor was much bigger than the one in Besaid. They turned on a corner, and the impression of familiarity vanished immediately: this corner should not have existed.

   “It's too big, no?” Tidus asked.

   “Yes. But if the hallway and the rooms from now on were underground...”

   Would the place correspond to the temple in her mind? She was not sure about that.

   “It's bugging me!” she exclaimed.

   “What's wrong?”

   “I don't understand anything! How are we supposed to return home if I don't understand anything?”

   “You're asking too much, Yuna.”

   She felt anger building inside her, but he took her hand straight away and resumed:

   “I have a hunch that everything will be fine from now on.”


   “Because people living here rescued us. They wouldn't have done it if they had bad intentions.”

   Still hand in hand, the young people pushed the door on which revealed the hallway. It opened onto the top step of long stairs which went down towards a huge circular room.

   “Just like the temple in Besaid,” Yuna whispered.

   “But they're not High Summoners,” Tidus answered while pointing out at the stone statues lined up along the wall.

   ‘These people are all dead,’ Yuna thought without knowing the reason. She was feeling Tidus’ hand holding hers strongly.

   “Look, the statue of Luchera,” the young man whispered. “She's so sad.”

   “That's right. But why do you think that she's sad?”

   “Because of all people who died here. The past of this place contain so much pain...”

   “How can we be sure about this?” she insisted.

   “Someone wishes we understood him. Certainly the one who helped us.”

   “He may expect us to do something.”

   “But what?”

   “Let's look for it!”

   “You're right. You'll find it, I'm sure about it.”

   She gave him a severe look, but a smile stretched her lips when she answered him:

   “You sure are confident.”

   “In you? Always!”


   Their unease vanished as they were exploring. They started to examine the statues which were enlivening the circular room. Each of them was perched on a base which bore an inscription – probably the name of the represented person.

   Tidus quickly noticed the old man they had already met on the island. Supplied with a hat, a beard and a big bag, he was wearing a staff in his hand. The beak and the big cat tail were present too.

   “That's not O'aka,” he declared while laughing.

   He pointed out at the name engraved on the base:

   “Anli, god of travellers. May you guide us on earth and on sea. And look at this one!”

   He sidestepped to reveal another silhouette. Half naked but covered with an impressive armour, Luchera was holding a light sword in her hand.

   “Luchera, goddess of war. Give us bravery and wisdom in the middle of the battle. Protect us with your outspread wings."

   “Thus, this frail little girl watched over the place.”

   Tidus hurried Yuna to examine the statues of the other divinities.

   "Kush, goddess of abundance, give us our meal and the family to share it."

   "Guard, protector of the Farplane, grant us calm and explosion."

   "Valm, god of order, give us stability.”

   "Kanaela, goddess of the moon, protect us against darkness."

   "Sloan, god of vengeance, appease our resentment."

   "Meiyoh, god of the sun, steep us in your light."

   “It's like tales and legends. Or when we say: Victory smile upon us’.”

   Never would have Yuna thought that people had worshipped gods in the past. The only prayers she was aware of were reserved for High Summoners of Yevon or for the fayth who lay dormant in the holy of holies. Sometime, she had turned to the old man who had provided guidance to Yevon during its learning.

   “Maybe people worshipped divinities like these ones before the diffusion of the teachings.”

   “And Yevon would have supported that?” Tidus asked.

   Then, while imitating the voice of the Great Maester Mika, he exclaimed:

   “I forbid you to pronounce those names!”

   It seems that Tidus was the only one able to imitate him in this way, Yuna thought. He had a gift for that.

   “Look at that!”

   The young man was showing a large plate on which were written columns of text.

   “It's the list of the Guards of the summoners,” Tidus declared.

   Yuna felt her pulse beating faster.

   “"Summoners" is written on this plate?” she asked.

   “Come look for yourself.”

   She came closer and the young man resumed loudly:

   "Valm, Sloan..."

   “Aren't they god names?” Yuna asked.

   “Yes, but I'm just reading what is written here.”

   The young woman pouted.

   “And this story about summoners,” she resumed, “what does it mean?”

   “Summoners and their Guards – their guardians? - must have lived on this island and worshipped these gods.”

   “But summoning is a technique of Yevon.”

   “Maybe that's where you're mistaken,” Tidus answered with a pensive air.

   He appeared to feel uncomfortable.

   “Remember, this technique appeared way before the teachings and the foundation of the Church,” he continued. “You told me about of the story related to the war between Bevelle and Zanarkand. Summoners lived at that time, since Yevon sacrificed them...”

   “Another point I hadn't thought of. In my mind, Yevon had created fayths, but I was wrong. I feel like a fool. If I had pondered for a few moments, I would have understood that.”

   “It's because you've been raised with these faiths. After the war, the Church has certainly extended its power all over Spira. Nobody could be at variance with them anymore.”

   She thought of the Al Bhed, which didn't follow the teachings, and of the bad treatment they had had to endure.

   “This place sends shivers down my spine,” Tidus declared. “Let get out of here, okay?”

   Yuna acquiesced, and her partner headed for what should be the big door of the temple in Besaid. The young girl was about to follow in his footsteps when she surveyed the tiling.

   Summoners have treaded upon this floor...

   And summoners mean fayths.

   “Come, Yuna.”

   “Wait, I would like to check something, but we must retrace our steps.”

   “What's on your mind?”

   “I wonder if the fayth is still here.”

   “That's possible. In this case, you could use summoning...”


   “Splendid! But wait, if the war is still raging, you run the risk of being involved with it.”

   “No, I don't think so. I won't let it happen.”

   “So... Where is the fayth? Do you have an idea?”

   “If he's close and willing to provide me a summoning, I should be able to feel his presence. But right now, I can't.”

   “He must be in a farther place,” Tidus concluded.

   But Yuna was thinking of another possibility: he may not be prone to meet her. Few people knew that when it came to summoning, the initiative was not the job of summoners, but fayths.

   “You're right, yet,” she answered. “he's not here. His chamber must be located at the end of the hallway, quite near the room where we've woken up.”

   “Let's go!” Tidus said.

   He set foot on stairs which connected the circular room to the corridor.

   “No, wait!”


   “Before that, I want to know more about this place. We're not in the world of Yevon, and...”

   Yuna seemed to look for words. Tidus waited.

   “Summoner and fayth must establish an intimate link,” she continued. “Many ways exist to do so, even according to the teachings, and the method may be different, depending on the fayth...”

   Tidus put his forefinger on Yuna's lips:

   “I understand. You're scared?”

   She nodded slowly.

   “Then let's forget that. I don't like this story about intimate links. What if the fayth was a man?”

   He forced himself to laugh but without any real feeling.

   Her eyes aiming at the top of the stairs, Yuna sighed. Never would have she thought that she would fear a summoning. She had not practiced for two years. During this period of time, she had changed. She knew that if she failed the aeon could devour her mind. She did not want to run this risk anymore. Fear was tormenting her. But did she have the choice? She was just starting to foresee a way to go back to her world.

   Tidus opened a door located under the stairs, on the left. The number 1, barely visible, was written. In Besaid, it led to the cells of the monks.

   They were making out an inclined plane which sank into the dark. They could smell a strong metallic scent.

   They crossed the threshold and perceived a slight vibration. Yuna remembered the mechanic tower they had heard work on the path of the ruins.

   They arrived in a room even more vast than the one they had just left. The place was overflowing with unknown machines, positioned around a long table and a single chair. Furniture was crumbling under a piling up of tools. Everything was covered with a thick coat of dust, except for a narrow strip on the floor.

   “These machines were used to build other ones,” Tidus whispered.

   “It's a workshop,” Yuna acquiesced.

   Shinra had told her about those "workshops" or "factories". According to the boy, the ancient world must have been overflowing with places like this one, judging from the number of machines it had bequeathed to them.

   “What a smell!” Tidus grimaced. “Let's take a quick look and let's go out of this place. Look, there's a door at the end.”

   He rushed for it and opened it without hesitation:

   “I've found... beds!” he announced. “Bunk beds. The room is huge. A hundred people could sleep there. But there such a stench prevailing in this room!”

   He closed the lead with a pout of disgust and met Yuna. After a brief overview of the room, he pointed out another way out:

   “This way!”

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“Come here, Yuna.”

   A simple glance in this room had been enough for Tidus to understand its function: it was an armoury. He did not know what was supposed to happen in the future, but he could not let escape such an opportunity.

   Three walls were hidden by shelfs which were displaying all kinds of swords. They entered and discovered points of arrows, top of weapon mallets and blades of axes. Yuna assumed that the handles, much as the other parts made of wood, had disintegrated.

   “Everything is rusty, but we can still use some of these weapons,” Tidus noticed.

   He was holding a rapier in his left hand and let his right one hanging around the shelfs, as if he was looking for a specific object.

   “You should choose a weapon,” he recommended to her. The young woman was not delighted at all by this, but a weapon may indeed be useful.

   “Ah, that's it!” Tidus exclaimed.

   He was brandishing a little cobblestone.

   “This's a whetstone,” he explained. “We must get rid of this rust.”

   “You've done it before?”

   “Never. But it must be like with kitchen knives, right?”


   They spend half an hour gathering and preparing their arsenal. Tidus had chosen a double-edged rapier equipped with a bell-shaped guard, and Yuna a dagger. It was a light weapon, with a magnificently polished handle. The young woman wrapped it in a long strip coming from the hem of her dress.

   “There you go!” Tidus exclaimed joyfully, while brandishing his rapier.

   But he was already frowning.

   “Something's wrong?”

   “I got carried away. In my opinion, I've sharpened it too much. I didn't know rust could penetrate the blade. I thought it was superficial.”

   “I see...” Yuna answered, who was ignorant of this too.

   She was anxious, because she was used to buying or receiving weapons, but that was not the case for assembly.

   “I hope we won't meet anybody,” she added.

   Me neither.”

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   They left the armoury and, for lack of rooms to visit, went back up to the circular room.

   “Over here, now!” Tidus declared lightly before opening the door located under the stairs, on the right.

   Yuna read the number two on it.

   The lead was jammed: the young man had to pull with all his strength to make it move.

   “So, what's in there?” he continued.

   Yuna was recognizing him well right now. When he was anxious, he adopted a playful tone.

   “A refectory, I would bet my life on it,” he continued. “There are long metallic tables and chairs. And at the end, it seems to be a kitchen. You want us to explore it?”

   Yuna shook her head. She understood that her partner wanted to postpone their meeting with the fayth, and she appreciated it. But they had waited long enough. She turned towards the top of the stairs:

   “Let's go.”

   Tidus got in her way:

   “Don't you want to breathe fresh air before that?”

   Obstinate, she shook her head even more.

WAIT. Wait-wait-wait, Danko. I recognise you from FF.Net. You're the person who writes all that BaralaixYuna stuff, aren't you? :P

CAUGHT GUILTY. Yes, I am. Oh, gosh, I'm so embarrassed, but flattered that you recognized me... *blush*

Haha, I'm actually PersonaOfBetrayal on that website. Taking a little break from writing, though. I was working non-stop on my FFX AU and I've worn myself out.

I've had multiple ideas for an FFX-3 scenario flash through my mind. I can never seem to focus on just one, and depending on my mood or what I'm thinking about I may just start thinking up an entirely new setting. I could just tell you all the ideas I've had ever since this novella bombshell dropped. :P

Hm... I'm not really sure how to mod someone on this website.

I suppose we could just encourage people to post their opinions elsewhere. I put a notice on the starting post in the translation thread. Anybody who posts on the thread will just have their comment deleted/moved.

WAIT. Wait-wait-wait, Denko. I recognise you from FF.Net. You're the person who writes all that BaralaixYuna stuff, aren't you? :P

Actually, I think it'd be more beneficial if Danko did the proofreading from now on. :P It would give them some time to think over how they should re-word the conversations in their rewrite.

I'll just leave the translation thread unlocked from now on, if that's okay with him/her.

That would be nice! Actually, I was thinking of making a one-shot fanfiction of Tidus' narrative from Will, segregating into a potential scenario and set-up for X-3. It'll only be borrowing a few elements from X-2.5 though because frankly, I can't keep up and weave around all these weird plot points.

I think now that I'm proofreading the excerpts from the novella, I can see why those other translators chose not to go further: It's just so disheartening and a jarring transition from the feel-good nature of X-2's ending. I feel like Nojima somehow is doing too much for the source material, yet not staying true to it at the same time.

It's sad because FFX and X-2 were a big part of the stage when I was growing up. I loved the characters, their interactions and the unique world in which it was set, and it inspired me to create my own fantasy worlds. But reading this after having the uplifting ending of X-2 imprinted in my mind after all these years just feels strange and wrong. It feels like I've been had. Cheated out, even. And the audio drama didn't help.

And now there's apparently some sort of alternate reality-Spira, the characters are behaving oddly, among other things. 'Oh, but don't worry, they'll explain it all in X-3.' But... it's been a year and a half and no official news has come out about the matter in that time, apart from interviews. Just because there were interviews with a creative team who has little to no say in the company's business means that X-3 is confirmed. Just because the remaster came out on the PS4 doesn't mean X-3 is confirmed.

I just think Square realised their mistakes and just left the bonus material 'up to interpretation,' because sequel baiting a 12-year-old game pretty much just left FFX in an unresolved, head-scratching limbo.

Actually, it seems like someone already translated the whole of the novel and put a plot summary on FFWiki:

To be honest, I'm not really interested in this novella any more; I think it's too convoluted. And I've all but given up hope that SE are going to follow up on this with a sequel.

I believe that with a sequel it needs to be a completely different experience from its predecessor or, as you all said, a continuation dating a very long time ahead or behind the predecessor. Everyone always says that Braska's pilgrimage would be a good prequel, but really, X tells us a lot about it in both the main story and the Jecht Spheres. Not to mention there are a lot of fanfiction about it and in the end, they just go with the traditional 'sacrifice to save Sin' method like the other pilgrimages. It's too vanilla and predictable. The 'climax' was already told to us in Zanarkand and there is just no real reason why we should have a whole game centred around it.

This is also why I'm not too hot on the supposed X-3's material despite everything else; it feels like it's going to rehash the exact same morals, caricatures, atmosphere and development of the original X. Chuami will probably resolve her father issues and move past her aggressiveness, just like Tidus. Yuna will probably be persuaded to not use the Final Aeon again, just like in the pilgrimage. Tidus and Yuna will probably build up their relationship again, just like the whole of X's story. It's like a complicated deja vu machine with added contrivance and drama. I'm all for seeing FFX's world again, but for goodness' sake, I want to see something different.

I know, right? VII gets its long-awaited remake...

And what's the next-most popular title in terms of sales and fanbases? FFX!

Though I'm very, very divided on whether or not I want X-3 now. Back before all this audio drama and novella business I would've given up my left lung for a third sequel. (Did you know how hard it was; impatiently waiting and clambering for that audio drama extension; teasing me with Tidus' monologue and thinking it would be a lovely homage to the characters for their tenth anniversary, only to have it all crashing down and have my soul shattered?) If they decide to drop all this sequel-bait, it might be cowardice on their part, but I'll still be happy because it'll give them a chance to start X-3 over from scratch and maybe finally please us fans.

Though you know what I really want as a continuation in the X series? An extension of X-2, where the Gullwings reunite, Tidus becomes a member and they go on lots of wacky adventures all over Spira. It'd give them a nice excuse to explore more of Spira's history and landmarks. I'd call it Final Fantasy X-2+ or something.

Hey, that's a good idea. I write a fair bit of FFX fanfiction myself (I'm even working on an AU right now, and pretty much all I've written is TxY fluff and stories) so it'll be nice seeing how you handle it.

Exactly. I'm not bothered by Tidus' portrayal all that much, but Yuna's is a real shock for me. She can even be considered unlikeable.

She dressed similarly to him with her Gunner dressphere and even mimicked his battle stance with her Warrior one. His outspoken and rash quotes inspired her to become a sphere hunter and go on a journey for herself. She recalls all their times together, even practically acting like him... and now she's being all like, "Hmph! He did this and that, and won't even do this or that! He's being so optimistic! What a child!" She's a bit of a hypocrite to be honest. :P

Everybody can say, "Oh, but this is part of the story! It'll all make sense later on! You just don't get it and you judge too quickly!" But that's exactly it. It's like Nojima is just creating all this contrived drama to stir up a ruckus, and then passing it off as 'plot' to excuse himself. It's a completely convoluted way of telling a story. I know Spira is known for its deep lore but this is just silly. Next you'll be telling me that this novella isn't in chronological order.

Do you know why I loved the TidusYuna dynamic so much? It's because their relationship didn't have this drama that is scattered throughout the book. I thought it was very sweet how they just got along, admired each other and taught each other without any of these 'buts' and 'I wishes'. It's meant to be a fantasy story after all, and I thought the notion that they were complete opposites and were created for one another was adorable. It's a literal 'When the Sun met the Moon' relationship.

I thought Nojima would at least tribute this, considering that we spent one game building up their love and another trying to reunite them. But no. I can't feel the romance anywhere in this story. Tidus gets ditched, later on she tells him that she's going to follow Yevon again then they get washed up. Tidus is feeling lonely and is trying to 'regain her confidence' while Yuna seems completely oblivious or uncaring, suddenly judging every little thing he does. They feel more like acquaintances that were forced to work together rather than a couple.

This is a complete change to the formula. A sudden one without any explanation; it was established as soon as the novella started. As a long-time fan of the FFX universe I feel like this novella (and by extent the audio drama) isn't thanking me for being a fan, but rather slapping me in the face and mocking me for being one. But hey, it's just my opinion. And I'm getting worked up again.

Still, even if Tidus is portrayed as not being 'manly,' he really doesn't deserve all the stuff that's happened to him. I find it worrying that he's comparing himself to Auron of all people. He's just being a giddy teenager versus a previously heavily-religious teenager.

That Yuna has always thought of him as a child? Maybe. Still, what a detriment and a complete twist to her character. Their different outlooks on life was never a problem to their relationship in FFX, so why now?

I wish Pyreflies_Of_MJ was still around; I'd love to see her views on all of this, but alas. :(

For real! One moment we're pointing out Yuna's blatant fanservice and then bam, Headless Tidus.

Man, with every chapter I'm just feeling more and more sorry for him.

Chapter 17

   They held a meeting in the shade of the trees standing in the waterfall's path. Their priority was the meticulous exploration of the island. Assuming that they would meet inhabitants, they should show them they did not have the intention of doing something bad. The two young people also agreed to stay on watch and detect every hostile person, in order to take flight. If they were parted from each other, they would meet on the beach where they had washed up.

   “I think that's all...” Tidus concluded.

   “Those statues are intriguing me,” Yuna added. “If we find another one, I want to examine it.”

   Tidus acquiesced, and she resumed:

   “There certainly must be someone living on this island. I hope the populace is not hostile.”

   “Same here. But even if they're hostile, they'll definitely become milder when they'll see you.”


   He pointed out Yuna's body. The young woman was only wearing a black bikini.

   “I think I'll never get used to seeing you wearing that. It's... arousing. I hope you won't be mad with me being so frank.”

   “Why do you sound so proud?”

   He blushed.

   “To hide my embarrassment...” he confessed with a little laugh.

   They started to explore the island in every nook and cranny, without neglecting one path, even if it has just been traced by animals. They found other statues representing some old men, and all of them had a common trait:

   “The staff always indicates dead end paths: A cliff that overhangs the sea, a scree, a copse of trees too dense to go through..”. Tidus summed up.

   “That's right. I wonder if...”

   “It doesn't make sense. Why not show us the path to follow, rather than the obstacles to avoid? It would be more practical, really...”

   “But on such an island, people don't need signs. Therefore the statues must be there for the foreigners.”

   “Like us, for example? But if we follow the indications, it leads us to a cliff. What are we supposed to understand? That it's dangerous? It's a waste of time. Without taking into account the fact that we could fall at night and break our necks. What a deceitful old man!”

   “Those statues would be there to waste visitors' time, or lead them to fall from the cliff?” the young woman summarized.

   “I would like to have a weapon,” Tidus declared.

   “Clothes in my case. By dint of passing through the shrubs, I scratched myself everywhere.”

   “I'm afraid that those who could offer you their wardrobe would prefer to throw us in the sea.”

   “I think it's unlikely. I'm willing to think that those who live there are friendly, and that the statues warn us of danger. Maybe are they there to prevent kids from getting lost or hurting themselves while they're playing?”

   It was making more sense for her.

   “Well it's clear now,” she continued. “In your opinion, where can we find most people?”

   “We've only found trees where the village should have been,” he reminded her.

   “Maybe should we forget the Besaid we currently know?”

   “Okay, but at your home, inhabitants settled there for a good reason, I guess.”

   “The shrine has been built first, then the workers settled in around it.”

   “Why building it in this place?”

   “To prevent Sin from destroying it.”

   “But we've found no building on this island. Sin must probably not exist in this time. If we've been taken back a thousand years...”

   She pouted.   

   “I don't know if we can be certain about this date.”

   Tidus folded his arms and raised his eyes to Heaven.

   “I'd like to return to the place where the village should have been standing,” he said. “Is it okay for you?”


   “This dear Luchera is intriguing me. Why is she up there, turned to this specific place? I have the impression that she's more important than the old man.”

   “All right, let's go.”

   They were taking, for the second time, a path which led nowhere, when they noticed that another path broke away from it. Without conferring, they held hands and hurried to it.

   Yuna quickly discovered a piece of fabric fastened highly in a tree. A little farther down the path they found a second one, then a third one, and these hare and hounds led them deep into the forest.

   These fabrics had not been fastened at the same time. Some of them were washed-out and ripped, whereas others, newer, were green like the leaves.

   “Over there!” Tidus shouted joyfully, every time he found a new piece of fabric.

   He was running from one to another without caring about the branches which were smacking him. Yuna, in her case, wanted to find clothes more than ever. The scratches on her body were not painful, but irritating.

   “You're lagging behind, Yuna!”

   “I'm coming, I'm coming... she answered without enthusiasm.

   Tidus stopped himself and turned around.

   “Show a bit more enthusiasm: We're going to find someone soon, and the solution to all our problems!”

   ‘He cannot be so naive!’ she thought.

   Whosoever hid so carefully deep into the forest did not welcome intruders with open arms.

   “You know, Yuna, Auron told me one day that you were difficult to read. However, your face reflects all of your emotions.”

   She pressed her hands against her cheeks.

   “Absolutely not!”

   “I'm sorry,” he continued. “I've only be complaining since my return. I'm too impatient.”

   He opened and closed his mouth several times before resuming with difficulty:

   “From your point of view, I've disappeared for two years. That's not insignificant... But yet, you've welcomed me as if we had been separated the day before. I must thank you.”

   As soon as I'm silent or tired, he thinks I'm mad with him and he becomes angry or apologises. I would like him to stop talking about this...

   He must have read what she was thinking about on her face, because he continued:

   “I'll be done soon, but I wanted to tell you that I intended to regain your confidence. And to do so, I must stop behaving like a spoiled child. I must pull myself together; become a good man, like Auron. Back then I thought he was a pain in the neck, but now I know I want to be like him. And if I manage to do so, you...”

   She acquiesced, but she wanted to laugh. He could have put into practice this resolution without saying such a thing, but he had done it to be sure that she knows what efforts he was going to produce.

   What a child!

   He was thirsty for recognition and safety, and she could not ignore his lack of maturity. This is why they had quarrelled several times while they had just met again.

   Two years...

   For two years, time had stopped for Tidus. Seventeen and nineteen years old. Twenty and twenty-two. Twenty-five and twenty-seven... For the moment their age difference was a problem, but if they stayed together for a long time it would fade away. He irritated her sometimes; despite everything she had not changed her mind: she wanted to age by his side.  This was her will since their first meeting.

   “What are you thinking about?” Tidus asked.


   “You're smiling.”

   “That's a secret...”

   “Yuna!” he answered with a begging tone.

   It was funny and moving.


   He rubbed himself on the back of his head before turning around. A balloon, similar to a blitzball, was rolling slowly at his foot.

   “I wonder who its owner is...” the young man was taken back whilst looking around him.

   He took a step forward to pick up the object, and Yuna felt tears stinging her eyes. Her legs were shivering. She squatted and folded her arms around her shoulders. She was suddenly overwhelmed by an unbearable sadness.

   A powerful roar sounded through the air, and the young woman was thrown backwards. An object fell beside her. No, not an object... it was Tidus. His face was showing an expression of surprise. But only his head was visible, his body had disappeared.

   Yuna lost consciousness.


Think of him. His name is Tidus, right?

An unknown voice was murmuring in Yuna's ears.

"Yes," she answered. "And you, who are you?"

I am... In this world, I may consider myself as a divinity.

"A god?"

The voice carried on after a silence:

Do not worry about me. You must only think about him.


It was an unfortunate accident.

"Excuse me?"

You do not know what happened, right? Tell me more about him, please. How did you meet?

"It was the day I became a summoner. It was the first time I was establishing a link with Valefor. When Tidus appeared, I knew immediately that he was different from the other men. No... I think he is a very normal man."

Tell me more. How much do you love him? Think about it.


Are you crying?

"I remember the day when I realised I could not tell him my feelings."

Think about happy moments, if there was any.

"Very well."

I will now use some of my magic, but it will not be easy.

"I understand."

I cannot erase your memories, only seal them. However, something may release them. Do you understand?


Great. Let us resume: you met him the day you became a summoner, then what?

Every moment spent with Tidus spread out in front of Yuna, and all of these memories flew past her like grains of sand, and into a tight fist.

"Whose is this hand?" the young girl asked.

Her question did not find an answer. The owner of the fist was hidden in the darkness. However, Yuna's mind was certain:

This is yours.

She grabbed it and put it against her cheek.

Exactly. Even though the writing team was helmed by Nojima for both games, he most likely was under supervision by the directing team and the other writers. Since this novella is his own independent work, he has as much freedom as he wants with these characters. And I feel like he either isn't using their full potential or is even disagreeing with how they're portrayed in the games.

There's this old rumour floating around in FFX's development as a whole that Nojima proposed darker, more depressing factors to the story. One of the most famous being that Tidus was going to be an Unsent. This was shot down due to The Sixth Sense coming out at the time of FFX's development. Now that Nojima has a hold of these characters, it could be possible that this novella is a sort of 'revenge' towards the FFX team for not always getting his way in the story. Tidus is technically an Unsent now, after all.

Or it could be, as I've recently theorised, that this novella and the audio drama is all just... a big publicity stunt to get people interested in the HD Remasters. And to just get FFX into the gaming community's minds again. Unless they do something at an E3 event or one of their own events, this novella and the audio drama aren't really going to amount to anything other than controversy and Square Enix-brand trolling.

But I think we have to take into consideration that the time they spent together in the game can't really equate to the time they spent in the actual story. Braska's pilgrimage was said to have taken three months. Meanwhile, Yuna's pilgrimage had a lot more problems with Operation Mi'ihen, Seymour and all, so it could have taken even longer. Tidus' personality changes a lot by the end as compared to the beginning; can that really happen in the course of a week? The events we actually see must be a condensed version to fit in with the pacing of the actual game. It's likely that Tidus and Yuna had a lot more moments that we didn't see.

And the thing with Tidus' personality in this novel is that it kind of contradicts the theme from the first game, that is Tidus maturing and becoming a man in his own right. But even then, I imagine that he would pretty 'out there,' considering that he miraculously came back to life because of the woman that he loves. You seem to be implying that this is a flaw. The thing about Tidus is that he's supposed to be someone you can relate to and think realistically of as a young adult. He's not supposed to be the generic voice of reason, who must always be in the right and act like absolutely everyone else who conforms to this reasoning. And I think that this is what the novella is forgetting, considering how it's written.

I think you're giving the novella the benefit of the doubt too much. Even I'm starting to get lost with what it's trying to portray, and I consider myself an FFX fangirl. :P We all try to defend the things we love. I've even done it myself with FFX's characters way too much, but we must all admit that nothing is perfect. Everything has flaws, including this novella.

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