Auron had definitely made the right choice in telling Jecht immediately. If there was one thing he hated, it was being kept in the dark about something important. He hated that sugar-coating ideology, and even if his reaction to the news was a violent one, he knew that he needed to hear it.

So... the kid was a lot like him, eh? "Heh," the man chuckled with a slight bitterness. He leaned forward, resting the palms of his hands against the wall in front of him, and hung his head low between his arms. "I bet he hates that."

About to make a comment about the Chocobo Eater, he was abruptly cut short hearing that last bit. The kid -- he'd seen them?

Jecht froze. He had been more open and honest in those recordings than he had ever been. He had spilled everything in front of that device, things he thought he'd never have the courage to say in the flesh. Truth be told, he only really started to be serious when he began to realize that maybe there wasn't a way back to that Zanarkand, but --

He never thought he'd have the chance to see his son again after his time in Spira. As the realizations sunk in, he suddenly became aware of the mist (there was no way they were tears)that had somehow built up in his eyes.

With shaking hands, he inhaled quickly, hoping that Auron hadn't heard the barely audible sniff he'd tried to conceal as he straightened his back and immediately faced the door. "Yeah, so," he started speaking as though he was trying to rush through something, "I, um. Thanks for all that, Auron. Gettin' to Zanarkand an' all that. I forgot that, uh, I had to do somethin' jus' now, so, maybe we'll catch up more a little later."

ooc; aww, thanks for the offer! jecht will bounce back (he's jecht! haha) but a couple days of self-loathing will do him good. plus he's got that meeting with vyers lined up right after this, so you're doing more than enough for him as is. ;D