[ Well, that doesn't do anything to ease Regis's worry any. But he only murmurs a quiet, I see, before slipping out of the connection and out of the house.
He's armed, of course, as always, even if no weapons can be seen on him.
He still brightens, a bit, when he spots Auron finally. ]
Good day, Auron.
[ Gently. If Auron has been turning to drink that much, recently... well. Pressing him is unlikely to help any. ]
[He nods and they start walking on the path. No particular destination in mind, just rambling for a bit. Auron keeps his speed at a pace Regis doesn't find too taxing with his cane.
It's a few minutes before Auron talks again.]
You ever meet someone here from a place other than Eos? Get to know them and then they're gone?
[ Shin-Ah. The name comes up unbidden - and though the young man is not the only one, he is definitely the most recent loss that comes to mind. He closes his eyes, but his steps do not falter. ]
I have, yes.
This place can take away people in a blink.
[ His most gut-wrenching losses are still from those he had known, or known about, before Verens, but that did not mean that the other losses are not keenly felt. ]
I don't know if you knew him, but I had a friend. A quiet dragon friend named Shin-ah. I guess he had to go back to his home and be with his friends there.
[He really liked Shin-ah, for all that they were different people. He would definitely be missed.]
The other person that left? Shinjiro Aragaki. I think you heard me talk about him before. One of the teenagers that I started looking after.
[Auron's voice is naturally raspy but it seems to get even more so as he's starting to contain whatever strong feelings he has about Shinji's leave taking.]
[ A few weeks ago, Regis would have been confused at that one word. Dragon. But things were explained, not very long ago.
He sighs. ]
I know Shin-Ah. [ Nope. No past tense. ] When he had gone back to his world and returned, incapable of moving more than his feet, I carried him to his cottage. [ Yes, Auron, Regis is shorter than Shin-Ah. Draw your own conclusions - what Regis did want to say is that, yes, he understands that one in particular. Shin-Ah is almost infinitely sweet, and his world does not seem to be all that merciful. To him, especially. ]
I am sorry, Auron.
[ The grief is there. But there is also a lot of... resignation. He has spent a long time losing people. ]
That's very kind of you how you cared for Shin-ah. I'll miss him, but even I have no idea what things are like in his world, I know he'll be with his brothers. He won't be alone.
[He has to trust Shin-ah on that. He's certainly capable of taking care of himself, but also prone to fits of wanting people around him. Now he can only hope.
He can't quite do the same for Shinji, which is why the sky above them starts to get noticeably overcast.]
It's kind of funny. I had to talk to people about my feelings with losing my family because I never really dealt with it. That I should focus on the people here and put them first. So the first thing I do is ask you how to parent better.
And then he leaves. Before I can really do anything and be better.
[ Regis paces alongside Auron for a bit, reaching across to place a hand on Auron's shoulder for a little while, keeping it within Auron's peripheral sight enough to let the other man avoid it, if he wishes. ]
You are worried for Shinji.
[ Regis ... has no idea what that young man has returned to his world to. He heartily hopes that it is not the kind of trials that Noctis had to go through, that Ignis did. Yet it might be, or worse. Still... ]
Sometimes, all a father can do is believe in his child, and trust in them.
He might return, you realize. Lunafreya had left, her name is on the Wall, and yet she came back to us. You may yet have a chance to do better.
[If Auron had any idea of what Shinji had actually gone through, he would have been WAY more upset. All he has is a few ideas that it wasn't the greatest.
He appreciates the touch on his shoulder. It's also the words. The specific words. Oh, other people had helped, but they didn't quite understand Auron's fears. Regis certainly did and could empathize, given what happened to his own son.
As is it, Auron sniffs a little a nods. The overcast skies start to snow, but not a blizzard of grief. Just a few flakes every so often. Sad but contained.]
You know the strangest thing? I had randomly helped some other kid when he first got here and he just abruptly came back and knitted me a whole bunch of things. This other kid looks like maybe he needs someone to look after him too. A little bit.
Like, maybe you're right. I guess you have to just believe. That's really what started me wanting to be so involved in his life. Because I wanted to believe in him.
So even though I wish he was here, wish I could take on every pain of his so he'd be here, I think there's other kids that might need looking after. Maybe it's sad to lose them, but it's not so bad to just believe in more of them as they arrive?
[ Oh... it's not much, that sniff. But by this point, Regis is aware just how deeply this is hurting Auron - especially combined with the snow flurries.
For a moment, Regis wonders how long it has been since he felt a loss that sharply. Not because he doesn't feel the losses, certainly not, but because he's had to keep going forward, he's learned to remind himself that loss, eventually, is inevitable. Try to limit losses, always. Postpone them, really. Fear them, yes. But grieve over them, he's stopped allowing himself a long time ago. Possibly before Noct was born, even.
He lets out a soft breath. ]
That is a good way to think about it. For it is sad, but... perhaps not final. And, certainly, there are others who are still here. Who still need you.
And you can remember and cherish what he did have, here, even if he might not.
[ Regis hesitates for a moment, then adds, ]
I wonder...
I have not found any clues, yet, but perhaps if we ever do find out how we are all brought here, we might even offer him a chance to return. I will admit it is a rather long shot, but...
[ In a way, this is a place of infinite potential. Maybe they can never control it, but... Who knows. It may be a more definite hope of 'some people return, and Shinji might, too. ]
[Auron takes a cleansing breath and then another, the snow gently falling around them. Somehow when Regis describes and explains things, they make perfect sense to him. Regis has known so much loss. And even inside this, there is a little hope.]
Yeah? I don't know a lot about his world, but I suspect that he had a very hard life and he enjoyed it here. Maybe he can come back when he's done with what he needs to do.
[The snow falling makes the air cold, but this time Auron had been more or less prepared for that, wearing his robes and clothes. He can face the truth better.]
You know why it snows when I'm feeling like this? It's because when I found out two friends of mine, two people who had become my family, they'd given up their lives for no reason. Because Spira was lied to about Sin.
When I heard that, I attacked the person who told me the awful truth. About as effectual as if I attacked one of your Astrals with my katana.
So after that happened, injured gravely, I had to crawl down Mt. Gagazet. A tall, cold and snowy place filled with fiends. I don't remember much about that crawl, but I see it in my dreams sometimes.
So it's like an echo of the worst point in my whole life. At the same time, it feels like I'm getting purified by it. Kinda strange, hunh?
Regis breathes out, softly, as the words sink in, again, and his fingers tighten a little, against the younger man's shoulder. He doesn't let his face twist with grief (he does grieve, often, for the pain of the living), reaching instead for the serenity that can be leased on. ]
The mind is a strange place and works in strange ways, for all we try to rely on logic and order. Naught is wrong that yours is reacting to something as big in a strange way.
[ He would offer to protect them from the snow, even from the cold if he works on it, but Auron's words are enough to not suggest it. Instead, he lets them walk a little in silence, trying to make sure he is not missing something important before he speaks, and to let Auron soak in the company that he sought out.
In the end, the words that come up are, arguably, not world-shaking ones, but they are also from his heart. ]
You are not alone now, Auron. And though we may not replace those friends you have lost, we are here and shall do what we can to stand firm against lies and horrible truths alike.
[ Regis himself. Cloud, from what he has seen of the young man. Those whom Auron calls kids, too, as Regis suspects anyone who comes here has enough inner strength to offer support. At least some, in their own way. Others, he suspects. It is not the same, not at all, but it is also very far from being all alone, freezing, among creatures trying to kill you. ]
[He stops walking for a moment, just to let the snow fall. Auron reaches up to put his hand on top of Regis'. He certainly feels sad, but not that yawning pit of loss that he'd let loose with Lightning and Sora.]
I think they would have liked you. Jecht and Braska. My friends. You reminded me a little of Braska when we first met so I think that's why I was drawn to you.
I had to do a lot of things in order to get revenge for them and for Spira and stop Sin forever. But I couldn't never just...grieve or forgive myself. It's hard sometimes, but I'm learning to do that in small degrees.
Not very good at loss, which is why Shinji leaving leaves me feeling like this. But at least I got to be there for him.
We don't have kingdoms or countries or planet wide wars in Spira, but I know a lot about heading straight into a disaster and trying to do everything you can to pick up what's broken afterward. Even if you don't want to forgive yourself for years afterward. That's why I listened to your story. It's not the same, but I understand.
[ Regis meets Auron's gaze for a moment, then reaches within, in the ways that have become familiar to him here and into his stores of emotional energy. Shapes a familiar manifestation just so, and, suddenly, each snowflake is glittering more, as though there is a light source beneath the clouds causing the snow. ]
Some people take their grief and turn it into beauty. Some... [ Electricity arcs among snowflakes, too small to be dangerous, but suggestive enough. ] Some turn it into violence. Others yet push it aside and keep going, for there are others depending on them, until it drowns them - for loss is true pain, albeit invisible to the eye.
There is no one right way to deal with loss, my friend. No good way, for loss takes away something good from us each time, somehow.
But you are trying. You see more than the pain and the void, left by those no longer by your side. That is, I believe, a very reasonable start.
Would you like to tell me about them? Your friends, Brasca and Jecht, or Shinji. Whoever is closest to your mind.
[Auron goes completely silent, his single eye wide with what can only be described as wonder at how a thing of sadness is transformed into something so beautiful.
He takes one deep breath and exhales, relaxing and letting that sadness ebb away. He gives Regis' hand one more pat on his shoulder before letting go.]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[He starts talking. Slow at first but then filling in more details as he keeps going.
Braska started their pilgrimage by deciding to become a summoner. It took a particular kind of strength to take the path, knowing that success meant your demise. His desire to have a chance to end Sin was even greater than parenting 7 year old Yuna. However, having married someone out of the Church, an al Bhed, he was shunned from a lot of contacts who would be his Guardians.
So he found out about Auron, who had been in some disgrace after refusing a position of power that he felt he hadn't earned and a political marriage that hadn't been welcome. There was kinship there and respect that formed from the start.
And then there was Jecht. Brash, rude, drunk a lot, supposedly from the ruined city of Zanarkand. Except he had so many stories that you began to wonder if he was, in fact, telling the truth. He had a lot of demons that he'd never faced in his life that came to the forefront of their journey.
Perhaps that's why, these three separate men, lonely in their own ways, bonded so closely as they took the long road on their pilgrimage, one step at a time. And perhaps that's also why when they got to the end of the journey, when Sin was fought defeated and Auron discovered that there wasn't a way at the time to truly defeat Sin that he reacted so violently to the truth.
Perhaps it's also why, as he keeps talking, that he'd managed enough strength to make sure Yuna had someone to look after her and take her to safety. Why he could not let their deaths be in vain and for Jecht's son to not have anyone to look after. Why he used the loophole unique to Spira and died...but stayed.]
[ They walk, and Auron speaks, and Regis listens, and the snow falls around them, lightly, peacefully. The words. They make so much about Auron make sense - the need to protect, the physical readiness, the way he is on edge about losing people, and uncertain, almost shy, about his wisdom and maturity being sought after. The confidence about giving advice when he does think it necessary.
And while the words flow and the upset is under control, it still feels to Regis as though Auron is fraying.
He remembers what Auron told him, about the promise he made - including to Regis himself - yet it seems to him that there is very little for Auron to be blamed with.
Still... still.
When Auron's words trail off, Regis pauses his step, looking over. His voice is quiet and soft, but very, very steady. ]
Auron. May I embrace you?
[ There are times when heat of the moment, a hug would just. Happen. Supportive and friendly and right, the way Auron himself held him not that long ago. But Auron has gathered himself in, even while he's pouring so much of his heart and soul out, and Regis is afraid that, should he attempt it without warning - without permission - it would not be taken well. ]
[Auron will always have a different view of the situation, always blaming himself for being unable to stop them and not trying hard enough. However, the ferocity of that guilt had greatly diminished in his time here.
He is honestly surprised by the request but appreciative.]
It's kind of strange. When I became Unsent, it's like getting honed into to finest and strongest you can possibly be. At the same time, everything that is not your promise, your hook for staying in Spira, isn't important anymore.
When I first got here, alive again after 10 years and more, it felt strange for people to want to be physically close to you. But...I think I'm remembering how important it actually is. So yeah. I'd like that.
[ He steps closer and, congratulations, Auron, you get treated to a proper Regis hug - and the fact that Auron isn't smaller than him doesn't get in the way at all. After all, he's held Cor and Clarus, both of them taller than him. It is a warm hug, and tight, and comfortable. ]
As is what I'll say, too.
You did not do ought that is wrong. What you did, you had to do, and it needed to be done. And you made difficult choices, and I know you look back and consider what you should have done differently.
But those sound like forces in power for a very long time, Auron. When the hammer falls on their anvil, all we can do is give our best - and you did so.
You did well.
[ If he knew the ending of that story, he'd have added, You made it possible for others to make different choices and reach different outcomes. But... perhaps this will be enough, and he means it so completely.
Perhaps Regis would have acted differently under the circumstances. Maybe he would not have. But he can see no fault with what Auron did, and that is enough. ]
[He hadn't expected the words. Not in the least. Yes, he'd been told it wasn't his fault, he shouldn't be responsible. Shouldn't feel guilty. But he did and he always would.
What no one had ever told him, not all this time is to judge him worthy of all that he DID actually accomplish. Had he done enough? If he'd actually gone to the Farplane as he should have, Braska and Jecht, no doubt, would have been able to tell him the same.
But they weren't with him. He had to find an answer he didn't realize he needed so badly and find it in the arms of one of closest friends he had here. Even as his heart does a curious skip to its beat, Auron holds on to Regis just as tightly.
He exhales slowly and something twisted and painful inside his heart snaps. The overcast clouds of sadness and snow begin to part. The sun returns and around them, a warm breeze blows, much warmer than the season would allow. The feeling generating these reactions is much denied and much needed relief.]
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He's armed, of course, as always, even if no weapons can be seen on him.
He still brightens, a bit, when he spots Auron finally. ]
Good day, Auron.
[ Gently. If Auron has been turning to drink that much, recently... well. Pressing him is unlikely to help any. ]
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It's a few minutes before Auron talks again.]
You ever meet someone here from a place other than Eos? Get to know them and then they're gone?
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I have, yes.
This place can take away people in a blink.
[ His most gut-wrenching losses are still from those he had known, or known about, before Verens, but that did not mean that the other losses are not keenly felt. ]
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[He really liked Shin-ah, for all that they were different people. He would definitely be missed.]
The other person that left? Shinjiro Aragaki. I think you heard me talk about him before. One of the teenagers that I started looking after.
[Auron's voice is naturally raspy but it seems to get even more so as he's starting to contain whatever strong feelings he has about Shinji's leave taking.]
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He sighs. ]
I know Shin-Ah. [ Nope. No past tense. ] When he had gone back to his world and returned, incapable of moving more than his feet, I carried him to his cottage. [ Yes, Auron, Regis is shorter than Shin-Ah. Draw your own conclusions - what Regis did want to say is that, yes, he understands that one in particular. Shin-Ah is almost infinitely sweet, and his world does not seem to be all that merciful. To him, especially. ]
I am sorry, Auron.
[ The grief is there. But there is also a lot of... resignation. He has spent a long time losing people. ]
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[He has to trust Shin-ah on that. He's certainly capable of taking care of himself, but also prone to fits of wanting people around him. Now he can only hope.
He can't quite do the same for Shinji, which is why the sky above them starts to get noticeably overcast.]
It's kind of funny. I had to talk to people about my feelings with losing my family because I never really dealt with it. That I should focus on the people here and put them first. So the first thing I do is ask you how to parent better.
And then he leaves. Before I can really do anything and be better.
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You are worried for Shinji.
[ Regis ... has no idea what that young man has returned to his world to. He heartily hopes that it is not the kind of trials that Noctis had to go through, that Ignis did. Yet it might be, or worse. Still... ]
Sometimes, all a father can do is believe in his child, and trust in them.
He might return, you realize. Lunafreya had left, her name is on the Wall, and yet she came back to us. You may yet have a chance to do better.
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He appreciates the touch on his shoulder. It's also the words. The specific words. Oh, other people had helped, but they didn't quite understand Auron's fears. Regis certainly did and could empathize, given what happened to his own son.
As is it, Auron sniffs a little a nods. The overcast skies start to snow, but not a blizzard of grief. Just a few flakes every so often. Sad but contained.]
You know the strangest thing? I had randomly helped some other kid when he first got here and he just abruptly came back and knitted me a whole bunch of things. This other kid looks like maybe he needs someone to look after him too. A little bit.
Like, maybe you're right. I guess you have to just believe. That's really what started me wanting to be so involved in his life. Because I wanted to believe in him.
So even though I wish he was here, wish I could take on every pain of his so he'd be here, I think there's other kids that might need looking after. Maybe it's sad to lose them, but it's not so bad to just believe in more of them as they arrive?
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For a moment, Regis wonders how long it has been since he felt a loss that sharply. Not because he doesn't feel the losses, certainly not, but because he's had to keep going forward, he's learned to remind himself that loss, eventually, is inevitable. Try to limit losses, always. Postpone them, really. Fear them, yes. But grieve over them, he's stopped allowing himself a long time ago. Possibly before Noct was born, even.
He lets out a soft breath. ]
That is a good way to think about it. For it is sad, but... perhaps not final. And, certainly, there are others who are still here. Who still need you.
And you can remember and cherish what he did have, here, even if he might not.
[ Regis hesitates for a moment, then adds, ]
I wonder...
I have not found any clues, yet, but perhaps if we ever do find out how we are all brought here, we might even offer him a chance to return. I will admit it is a rather long shot, but...
[ In a way, this is a place of infinite potential. Maybe they can never control it, but... Who knows. It may be a more definite hope of 'some people return, and Shinji might, too. ]
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Yeah? I don't know a lot about his world, but I suspect that he had a very hard life and he enjoyed it here. Maybe he can come back when he's done with what he needs to do.
[The snow falling makes the air cold, but this time Auron had been more or less prepared for that, wearing his robes and clothes. He can face the truth better.]
You know why it snows when I'm feeling like this? It's because when I found out two friends of mine, two people who had become my family, they'd given up their lives for no reason. Because Spira was lied to about Sin.
When I heard that, I attacked the person who told me the awful truth. About as effectual as if I attacked one of your Astrals with my katana.
So after that happened, injured gravely, I had to crawl down Mt. Gagazet. A tall, cold and snowy place filled with fiends. I don't remember much about that crawl, but I see it in my dreams sometimes.
So it's like an echo of the worst point in my whole life. At the same time, it feels like I'm getting purified by it. Kinda strange, hunh?
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Regis breathes out, softly, as the words sink in, again, and his fingers tighten a little, against the younger man's shoulder. He doesn't let his face twist with grief (he does grieve, often, for the pain of the living), reaching instead for the serenity that can be leased on. ]
The mind is a strange place and works in strange ways, for all we try to rely on logic and order. Naught is wrong that yours is reacting to something as big in a strange way.
[ He would offer to protect them from the snow, even from the cold if he works on it, but Auron's words are enough to not suggest it. Instead, he lets them walk a little in silence, trying to make sure he is not missing something important before he speaks, and to let Auron soak in the company that he sought out.
In the end, the words that come up are, arguably, not world-shaking ones, but they are also from his heart. ]
You are not alone now, Auron. And though we may not replace those friends you have lost, we are here and shall do what we can to stand firm against lies and horrible truths alike.
[ Regis himself. Cloud, from what he has seen of the young man. Those whom Auron calls kids, too, as Regis suspects anyone who comes here has enough inner strength to offer support. At least some, in their own way. Others, he suspects. It is not the same, not at all, but it is also very far from being all alone, freezing, among creatures trying to kill you. ]
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I think they would have liked you. Jecht and Braska. My friends. You reminded me a little of Braska when we first met so I think that's why I was drawn to you.
I had to do a lot of things in order to get revenge for them and for Spira and stop Sin forever. But I couldn't never just...grieve or forgive myself. It's hard sometimes, but I'm learning to do that in small degrees.
Not very good at loss, which is why Shinji leaving leaves me feeling like this. But at least I got to be there for him.
We don't have kingdoms or countries or planet wide wars in Spira, but I know a lot about heading straight into a disaster and trying to do everything you can to pick up what's broken afterward. Even if you don't want to forgive yourself for years afterward. That's why I listened to your story. It's not the same, but I understand.
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Some people take their grief and turn it into beauty. Some... [ Electricity arcs among snowflakes, too small to be dangerous, but suggestive enough. ] Some turn it into violence. Others yet push it aside and keep going, for there are others depending on them, until it drowns them - for loss is true pain, albeit invisible to the eye.
There is no one right way to deal with loss, my friend. No good way, for loss takes away something good from us each time, somehow.
But you are trying. You see more than the pain and the void, left by those no longer by your side. That is, I believe, a very reasonable start.
Would you like to tell me about them? Your friends, Brasca and Jecht, or Shinji. Whoever is closest to your mind.
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He takes one deep breath and exhales, relaxing and letting that sadness ebb away. He gives Regis' hand one more pat on his shoulder before letting go.]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[He starts talking. Slow at first but then filling in more details as he keeps going.
Braska started their pilgrimage by deciding to become a summoner. It took a particular kind of strength to take the path, knowing that success meant your demise. His desire to have a chance to end Sin was even greater than parenting 7 year old Yuna. However, having married someone out of the Church, an al Bhed, he was shunned from a lot of contacts who would be his Guardians.
So he found out about Auron, who had been in some disgrace after refusing a position of power that he felt he hadn't earned and a political marriage that hadn't been welcome. There was kinship there and respect that formed from the start.
And then there was Jecht. Brash, rude, drunk a lot, supposedly from the ruined city of Zanarkand. Except he had so many stories that you began to wonder if he was, in fact, telling the truth. He had a lot of demons that he'd never faced in his life that came to the forefront of their journey.
Perhaps that's why, these three separate men, lonely in their own ways, bonded so closely as they took the long road on their pilgrimage, one step at a time. And perhaps that's also why when they got to the end of the journey, when Sin was fought defeated and Auron discovered that there wasn't a way at the time to truly defeat Sin that he reacted so violently to the truth.
Perhaps it's also why, as he keeps talking, that he'd managed enough strength to make sure Yuna had someone to look after her and take her to safety. Why he could not let their deaths be in vain and for Jecht's son to not have anyone to look after. Why he used the loophole unique to Spira and died...but stayed.]
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And while the words flow and the upset is under control, it still feels to Regis as though Auron is fraying.
He remembers what Auron told him, about the promise he made - including to Regis himself - yet it seems to him that there is very little for Auron to be blamed with.
Still... still.
When Auron's words trail off, Regis pauses his step, looking over. His voice is quiet and soft, but very, very steady. ]
Auron. May I embrace you?
[ There are times when heat of the moment, a hug would just. Happen. Supportive and friendly and right, the way Auron himself held him not that long ago. But Auron has gathered himself in, even while he's pouring so much of his heart and soul out, and Regis is afraid that, should he attempt it without warning - without permission - it would not be taken well. ]
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He is honestly surprised by the request but appreciative.]
It's kind of strange. When I became Unsent, it's like getting honed into to finest and strongest you can possibly be. At the same time, everything that is not your promise, your hook for staying in Spira, isn't important anymore.
When I first got here, alive again after 10 years and more, it felt strange for people to want to be physically close to you. But...I think I'm remembering how important it actually is. So yeah. I'd like that.
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[ He steps closer and, congratulations, Auron, you get treated to a proper Regis hug - and the fact that Auron isn't smaller than him doesn't get in the way at all. After all, he's held Cor and Clarus, both of them taller than him. It is a warm hug, and tight, and comfortable. ]
As is what I'll say, too.
You did not do ought that is wrong. What you did, you had to do, and it needed to be done. And you made difficult choices, and I know you look back and consider what you should have done differently.
But those sound like forces in power for a very long time, Auron. When the hammer falls on their anvil, all we can do is give our best - and you did so.
You did well.
[ If he knew the ending of that story, he'd have added, You made it possible for others to make different choices and reach different outcomes. But... perhaps this will be enough, and he means it so completely.
Perhaps Regis would have acted differently under the circumstances. Maybe he would not have. But he can see no fault with what Auron did, and that is enough. ]
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What no one had ever told him, not all this time is to judge him worthy of all that he DID actually accomplish. Had he done enough? If he'd actually gone to the Farplane as he should have, Braska and Jecht, no doubt, would have been able to tell him the same.
But they weren't with him. He had to find an answer he didn't realize he needed so badly and find it in the arms of one of closest friends he had here. Even as his heart does a curious skip to its beat, Auron holds on to Regis just as tightly.
He exhales slowly and something twisted and painful inside his heart snaps. The overcast clouds of sadness and snow begin to part. The sun returns and around them, a warm breeze blows, much warmer than the season would allow. The feeling generating these reactions is much denied and much needed relief.]