"In Sin," Auron repeated, nodding. "In an attempt for all of us to end the spiral once and for all." He remembered standing there on that platform as clear as day. Jecht standing before them with the illusion of Zanarkand he had created for himself in the background. The symbol of the Zanarkand Abes hovering above the fake city, made of rubble. The air of solemnity that lingered around each and every one of them. It was impossible to forget.

"You're late, Auron."

"I know."

"You become Sin." It was difficult to say, and yet it came out easier than his previous words. Was it because he had been preparing to say them for awhile? It was hard to say.