They were lucky to only have one pilgrimage worth of memories of this place. A selfish thought, Auron knew, but it was the truth. Every step they had taken in Zanarkand brought with it a memory, a talk with Braska or Jecht, Tidus or Yuna. And now he walked with both Yuna and Jecht. The past and present combined.

He had noticed the silence that hung over them all on the way here, a heavy weight on their shoulders. There had been no need to say anything then. He had been with them both on the journey here.

And yet experience could not prevent hesitation. Auron stared up at the dome, lost in his thoughts, a part of him deep down fearing the memories held within--what would show, what they would see. All these years and he still couldn't shake the feelings of guilt. But that excused nothing. "You know we can't," he said, glancing over at Jecht. "Not now." They had come too far.