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[attr=class,bulk] Tobias just shrugged when Yuna asked if he’d do the same thing over again, and that was honestly fair. It might have been one of those decisions that was hard to make until you were on the spot and only had a split second to act. Since he didn’t seem keen to answer though, she decided to let the topic drop for now. Maybe he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, and that was up to him.
He seemed to perk up though when Yuna suggested the pub just down the road. He joked that he could kill for some food right now, and the summoner gave him a reproachful look before smiling slightly. “After some other things you’ve said, I hope that isn’t true.” People were starting to pour out of the church though, so Yuna set off with the Turk down the street. Tobias asked her about her work, and she laughed when he said something about her being a nun.
“I’m a summoner. But they might be close,” she said with a smile. “Where I’m from, the dead would linger and turn into fiends unless a sending was performed. That was one of a summoner’s jobs, so that’s what I meant when I said I’d done similar work before.” Of course, the main job of a summoner had been to go on a pilgrimage to defeat Sin, but that was quite the story to throw at someone she’d just met. Maybe after a few drinks though. “What about you? You said you’re not quite a priest, and you mentioned doing mercenary work.” He seemed to have led an interesting life so far. She was sure that he had a few stories to tell.
As they reached the pub that Yuna had mentioned, Tobias talked to the hostess until they were both directed to a booth. She slid in across from him as he got his cross-shaped weapon settled. Yuna had been here before, but she still glanced over the menu to see if there had been any changes as Tobias pulled out another cigarette. He was quietly reprimanded by the bartender, so instead he sighed before sliding his lighter over to her. He asked if she’d ever seen one before, and she shook her head a little sheepishly. “On Spira—where I lived before—the church had banned most machina, so I’m still getting used to everything. This makes fire without magic though, right? That’s incredible.”
The lighter also had an interesting insignia on the front, and Yuna tilted her head slightly as she looked over the characters. “What’s Shinra by the way? Did they make it?”
[attr=class,bulk] Dion didn’t seem to think that she was lying, but Yuna didn’t know if that was a relief or not when he looked so horrified. He protested that he had to return home, and the summoner nodded slowly since she didn’t want to dash his hopes entirely. “I don’t personally know of a way, but…there have been people who come here and then are just gone one day. Maybe they really did find a way home. Zephon is a big world. You can explore it yourself once you’re healed.” And then because Dion seemed to need to hear it, Yuna gave him a firm look. “Once you’re healed,” she reiterated. He’d already cracked his ribs again. If he did it again, she was going to start charging him for ethers.
He expressed that he needed to take responsibility for the people of his realm, and Yuna smiled more gently. “So you are a leader.” She knew his worries all too well. She could only imagine how Spira was faring when the church of Yevon had been revealed as a sham and Sin was suddenly gone. Even if the source of their suffering was gone, the world was still in chaos. “Trust in the people you’ve left behind,” Yuna advised him as she looked down at her hands and twisted the silver blossom-shaped ring around her finger. “Even when it hurts to not be there with them.” Her guardians would help guide Spira forward, and there were enough good people in each of the temples that Yuna just had to hope that everything could be okay. There wasn’t much else she could do from here.
Dion reiterated that he would not rest until he found a way home, and Yuna gave him another sad smile. “Alright, but maybe you should rest right now? You can sleep while I work if you want, and then hopefully the pain will be gone when you wake up.” He’d probably have some residual stiffness for days, but that was only because his injuries had been so bad to begin with. Yuna had feared for his life when he’d first arrived, so she was just grateful that Dion had woken up at all.
[attr=class,bulk] Monori seemed excited about the idea of Caius having a dragon, and it became obvious why when she said that she’d ridden on the backs of several herself. “Several? Are they friendly in Eorzea? I’m not sure Vordun would be if Caius hadn’t raised him from an egg,” Yuna confessed. As it was though, the blue dragon acted like a big scaly puppy. With very sharp teeth. Though he could be very intimidating in combat, so Yuna was always glad that he was on their side.
Monori claimed one of the rooms upstairs, and Yuna nodded a little apologetically at how bare it was right now. “I’m sorry there’s not much in there yet, but please do feel free to do whatever you want with it. The same goes for anything in the clinic really. It hasn’t been open that long, so it’s easy to change things around.”
The other white mage asked why her room was so cramped, and Yuna laughed a little self-consciously. “I’ve been here for a few years now, and I have a hard time throwing anything away when someone gives it to me. I really do need to sort through it all sometime though.” Of course that included the Spirit Lance that Kimahri had left behind in the Headstone Forest, and Yuna usually avoided looking in that corner. That way she didn’t have to ponder her guardian’s fate anymore than she already did.
But that wasn’t a good train of thought while she was still welcoming Monori.
Yuna glanced around, wondering if there was anything she’d missed on the quick tour. “I guess that just leaves the kitchen. Do you like to cook? I noticed you lit up when I mentioned it earlier.” Her own cooking was nothing special. Her meals were usually a simple affair when she was alone, so it might be nice to be able to branch out more now that there were several people around.
At that point, the sound of a bell ringing downstairs signaled that the front door had been opened as someone walked inside. “I guess that’s our queue,” Yuna said with a slight smile as she looked over at Monori. “Ready to start? Or did you want to get settled in first?”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna watched Dion carefully as a mix of familiar emotions played out over his face. Confusion, denial, sorrow. She wished she could cure those for him along with his ribs, but she couldn’t help much with anything except to answer his questions as they came up. Summoners were apparently unfamiliar to him, which made her smile a little sadly. “You must not have them. In general it seems to just mean people who can call upon creatures of great power. In Spira it was a bit more complicated than that, but that story can wait.” Learning about summoners was definitely not the most important thing that must have been on his mind right now.
Dion finally mentioned a “Valishthea” and asked if this was not that place. “No, it isn’t,” she said gently. “Zephon is the continent we’re on right now. In the country of Provo. Lots of farmers and traders come through here.” That was the barest overview, but Yuna didn’t want to overwhelm him with too much information while he was still healing.
Perhaps in response to her comment that the people who were brought to Zephon usually had something to do with world-ending disasters, Dion shared the memory of his sacrifice directly before he had woken up in her clinic. “A false god…” Yuna smiled at him a little sadly given how familiar that sounded. “Then you’ll fit right in around here. I think we’ll have a lot to talk about when you’re feeling better.”
Dion then asked if his teleportation could be the doing of his goddess, which Yuna had no answer for, but she clasped her hands together as he asked whether being here was a mercy or a curse. “I think it can be whatever you make of it. I’ve seen plenty of people find their own purposes here and grow to be happy. As long as you don’t let yourself stagnate.”
It occurred to her that he was probably worried for the other two people that he’d mentioned. The two who had gone on to fight his false god while he had stayed behind. “I’ll let you know if I hear of anyone else from Valisthea,” Yuna offered as she stood up from her chair again. “You’re the first I’ve heard of so far, but there could absolutely be others since you just arrived.” Yuna herself hadn’t had much luck over the years finding her guardians, but she wished the best for everyone else who was new to their search.
[attr=class,bulk] Monori said that she was looking forward to meeting Caius soon, and Yuna nodded a bit thoughtfully. Honestly it had been longer than usual since she’d seen the blond-haired man who had originally invited her to join the Dragonblades. She wondered what was keeping Caius so busy lately. Hopefully it was just work and nothing had happened to him personally. Celes would have brought it up if it was anything serious at least, so Yuna probably didn’t need to worry.
“I’m sure he’d love to meet you. You’ll know him when you see him—he’s hard to miss when he brings his dragon places,” Yuna said with a slight laugh. “Vordun could fit in his pocket when I met him, but now he’s big enough for two people to ride…” It was odd how much time had passed since she’d come to Zephon now that she thought about it. Long enough for a dragon to nearly grow up.
Yuna laughed again when Monori teased her that she’d be surprised what she could do with her magic. “Well now I’m just curious. I don’t have much else hidden up my sleeve except my summoning.” If she’d stayed on Spira long enough to watch the world get remade, then maybe she’d have taken up something new since they no longer needed summoners. Guns had always interested her a little, though they’d been considered forbidden machina until Yevon’s defeat. Maybe she should look into learning how to use them here on Zephon.
As they continued the tour and went upstairs, Monori said that she’d be happy to take a bedroom. She also raised a great point about having less room for anyone who was seriously injured and needed to stay though. “That’s true,” Yuna agreed, turning to consider the three doors thoughtfully. “We’ll make it work, so please don’t feel bad about taking one of them though. You’re right, there are plenty of inns in Provo, so one of us could always vacate temporarily if we really needed to.” That would be a bad situation if all the beds upstairs and downstairs were needed at once, but it could easily happen if disaster ever struck Provo like it tended to in Torensten. Yuna had never been sure how Torensten had such bad luck when it came to things like that.
“Want to choose one? They’re both pretty basic right now, but feel free to do whatever you want with it,” Yuna reassured Monori. “Mine’s definitely gotten a little…cramped.” And messy. She’d be a little embarrassed to show that one off to the other white mage.
[attr=class,bulk] Dion quietly murmured where his prayer was from. As expected, Yuna hadn’t heard of the religion itself, but she faltered in the middle of her spell when he named one of her aeons. “Bahamut?” She asked before she could stop herself, but she shook her head with a sheepish smile a moment later. “Forgive me. Sometimes I forget those names mean different things to different people.” Oddly enough, wherever Dion was from, they appeared to assign a religious significance to their summons too. Yuna hadn’t yet heard that from any world except her own, so she hoped to ask him more questions once the man had a chance to heal. He had also grown up in a temple apparently, so they’d probably have a lot to compare.
Dion professed confusion though, and Yuna slowly stopped her cure spell to frown at his words. “None of…my kind?” Raising her hand, she self-consciously brushed back a strand of hair on the side of her face with her green eye. Not many people outside of Bevelle had seemed to know that she was half Al-Bhed, and while it wasn’t explicitly forbidden for someone of their race to be a summoner, it would have certainly been frowned upon. That colored Yuna’s next words into being more firm than she normally liked to use. “I was a summoner. Whatever else I am, my duty was to the people. No outdated policy could stop that.”
His final question stopped Yuna in her tracks though. What is this place? Truly?
“Oh!” Yuna brought one hand to her mouth as it finally clicked into place. “I’m sorry. You’re new. I didn’t realize, or I would have explained when you first woke up.” Stepping back, she retrieved a chair for herself and brought it over so she could sit at Dion’s bedside. This would probably be a lengthy conversation. “This…is going to sound strange,” she warned him as she laced her fingers together in her lap. “But this place is a world called Zephon. A few years ago, portals to other lands started opening up and transporting people here. I’m not from Zephon originally either. My home was called Spira until I woke up here. We…haven’t been able to find a way home yet.” Yuna tried to break that last bit of news gently, but it was always the hardest to swallow. It meant everyone was stuck here in a strange land.
“They don’t really know what causes it yet or why certain people are brought here. With the others that I know though, it seems like the majority were involved in a world-ending conflict of some kind…” Yuna frowned before clearing her throat. “It’s common enough that the Dragonblades actually made pamphlets a while back. They have maps of Zephon and descriptions of the different countries if you’d like one to read when you’re feeling better.”
[attr=class,bulk] Monori spoke a little more about her friends back home and how they were probably delving into forgotten knowledge to try to bring her back. Yuna couldn’t help but laugh a little since it reminded her so much of the attitude her guardians had held. Tidus had always acted like nothing was impossible if they all put their minds to something, and in the end maybe he had been right. Sin was gone, and Yuna never would have been able to conceive of fighting Yevon without all of their help. Maybe Monori’s friends really would rescue her one day if they were anything like her own guardians.
The other white mage seemed hesitant to talk about Rin, and Yuna completely respected her decision. “Of course,” she reassured her, letting the topic drop until when and if Monori wanted to resume it. There were definitely things that Yuna herself didn’t like to talk about. Sometimes when she was alone, she would take out the memory of Tidus and allow herself to mourn him and everything they could have been. She didn’t often mention him to the others on Zephon though. Maybe someday his sacrifice would be less painful, but two years later, she still wasn’t quite there yet.
Monori expressed that she was happy to be here and that the room would already work since it beat healing people outside in a tent. Yuna laughed at that, since it summed up her own thoughts perfectly. “I know exactly what you mean.” People were injured on the road by fiends and sinspawn all the time, so her work had been outside too more often than not. “I really appreciate Celes and Caius helping us do this. I know you’ve met Celes already—hopefully we can see Caius too next time he’s in Provo.”
Monori apparently had little need for ethers, and Yuna gave her a surprised look. “I’m a little jealous. That must be convenient,” she said with a smile to show that she was mostly teasing. “Well, if you ever do run low on magic for some reason, you’re welcome to them.”
The warrior of light prompted her that they had barely started the tour, and Yuna laughed as she turned away from Monori’s new workspace. “You’re right, I’m sorry. We keep getting distracted.” She walked back out into the waiting room, a little relieved that it was still empty for now. That could change at anytime of course, but thankfully it was still an off-time. “So other than the main room and the two patient rooms, that hallway leads back to a bathroom and a kitchen,” she explained, directing Monori’s attention to the back of the building. “You’re welcome to use it or take anything from there by the way. Please don’t go hungry.” With a faint smile, she started walking over to the staircase next to the front door. “Then upstairs there are just three bedrooms. I use one, and I’ve been using the other two as guest rooms if someone from the Dragonblades comes to Provo, or if a patient needs to stay long-term for some reason. Want to see if you like one of them?”
[attr=class,bulk] Tobias seemed to have a much grimmer outlook for his home than Yuna did for Spira. Hopefully his people were faring better than he seemed to think, but it was really impossible to tell unless they managed to find a way back to their own worlds. It was just sad he had to live with not knowing if they were even doing okay though. There just wasn’t much that could be done about that.
Her words about forgiving himself seemed to get to Tobias, which Yuna could only tell because the man paused and took the time to light another cigarette before responding. He had an interesting little device that could make fire, and the summoner looked at the tiny piece of machina curiously before nodding her agreement that self-forgiveness could be tough. “I think sometimes it’s a life-long journey. But I bet you’ll get there.” She gave him a small smile that faded a little as he outlined a time he had been forced to kill an innocent woman to stop someone from hurting him and his men.
“That…would be a tough call,” Yuna admitted, looking up to where the smoke from his cigarette was curling upwards towards the sky. “If you could do it over, would you choose the same thing?” She liked to think that she wouldn’t have been able to hurt someone who hadn’t done anything, but then again if one of her guardians had been in danger…she wasn’t sure. Maybe there was no right or wrong answer to a situation as complicated as that.
The church bells rang above them, signaling the end of the funeral. People would probably come pouring out of the church doors any moment now, so Yuna moved off the side to make room. She wasn’t sure if Tobias wanted to continue their conversation or if he planned to leave now that his job was done, but to her surprise he asked if she’d like to get a drink or food, and he even offered to pay. “Oh, you don’t have to pay for me,” she protested, since she didn’t mind contributing. Still, it was nice of him to offer. He seemed to value money quite a bit from the way he had haggled with the priest inside the church, so maybe something that she’d said had hit home with him.
“But I’d be happy to show you around. There’s actually a pretty nice pub down the street. The food there can be very good too.” Yuna hadn’t drunk much alcohol back on Spira. She’d been too busy with her duties and training to become a summoner, but ever since coming to Zephon various people had introduced her to it. Some had been more pleasant than others—she still didn’t like remembering a certain night where she’d run into Ardyn by accident—but this promised to be an interesting afternoon. If Yuna had a good reading on Tobias, then he seemed like a man who could be dangerous when the situation called for it, but otherwise had quite a few regrets in his life. Maybe they could both do with a drink.
[attr=class,bulk] Dion gave her a faint smile in spite of the pain he was in, so he must have liked some part of her answer about why she was a healer. By the time that she’d returned from the other side of the room with her ethers though, he looked solemn again. Yuna did her best to reassure him that using her magic on him was no issue really—it was just part of her job. Something about that answer struck him though, and he sat up on his elbows before she could stop him. There was an audible crack, and the young man fell back on the bed with a cry.
Yuna shot forward and held out a hand over his heaving chest. “Curaga,” she murmured, letting the healing light wash over him to ease his pain. Afterward, she put her hands on her hips and gave him her best severe look. “Now what did I tell you? No getting up until I’m done. If you need help with something, you need to tell me.” It was usually the young men who were the most stubborn with that for some reason, and it drove Yuna up the wall. As much as she liked to help, the least they could do was not waste her hard work.
With a sigh, Yuna went back to work on his ribs, healing them carefully as Dion began to mutter some kind of prayer. The summoner perked up a little at that, and she listened in spite of herself. It was a lovely prayer, though not one she recognized. She liked to think that she had grown more familiar with the different customs of Zephon too. “Your goddess sounds kind,” she said politely, for while the church of Yevon had been cruel, that didn’t mean all religions had to be. “Is that prayer from your homeland?” Maybe talking would distract from the pain while she healed him. Just in case, she offered her own insights as she worked. “Please, feel free. I was actually raised in a temple, so I know how comforting they can be.” There was something soothing in the familiar, even if it was a little uncomfortable for her personally. Odd how one prayer that wasn’t even from Spira could take her back to the quiet halls of the Besaid Temple, but she felt something of the summoner’s sacrifice in it. Grant me the strength to bear this burden.
Yuna let out a slow breath but continued her work on Dion. She’d need to break for an ether soon, but not quite yet.
[attr=class,bulk] The man introduced himself as Tobias as he stomped out his cigarette underfoot. He claimed that he wasn’t a priest in the traditional sense, which made Yuna glance at him a little more curiously. “Yet you give sermons.” It was more of an observation than anything. He could have just meant that he was something similar to a priest—she was similar to one as a summoner—but his tone told her that wasn’t quite it. She doubted that he was just doing funerals for the money at any rate. There were better ways to make gil. Perhaps a part of him enjoyed helping people even if he’d almost certainly deny it.
He seemed to notice that she was looking at the cross slung over his shoulder, and Tobias introduced it as his weapon. Yuna couldn’t help but smile faintly when she caught the gender he used for it. “Your weapon’s a woman then?” A little teasing, but she couldn’t resist since he was being a bit rough around the edges.
Tobias returned her joke though as he pointed out that since only the dead needed guidance on Spira, did that mean that the living got away with everything? “Pretty much the opposite,” she said with a slight laugh since she realized he was only messing with her. “At least in the past. I think they have a much brighter future ahead of them now.” Sin had been defeated and the church of Yevon had no more reason to exist. Hopefully people would be able to live as they wanted to now.
The tone of the conversation turned dark as Tobias asked her if everyone deserved forgiveness. Yuna weighed her answer for a moment, thinking of how Maester Seymour had followed her like a shadow and how the rest of the council had been more than willing to cover up his crimes. Before she could answer though, Tobias detailed some things he had done in his own past, and Yuna frowned as she looked up at him. He would have come across as pretty dangerous if not for one single line that stuck with her. Every time I close my eyes I see them. If that wasn’t remorse then she didn’t know what was, so she did her best to keep the tone of her voice calm.
“No. I don’t believe that everyone deserves forgiveness,” she said simply. “There are people that I’ll never forgive. And I’m sure you’re right that there are people who will never forgive me.” Like Grand Maester Mika and anyone else who wanted the order of Yevon to continue. Yuna thought that she could live with having people like that as her enemies though.
“But…” Yuna added a caveat as she looked up at Tobias. “I think that if you’d like to make amends with your past, then you deserve to forgive yourself for it.”
