Auron scowled and locked eyes briefly with Jecht. While Auron may have held little love for these ruins, there was still a certain amount of respect he had for them. For the people who died here, for the people who gave their lives in an attempt to save Spira. The entire idea spat on their memories. "Odd as the methods were..." he began, and looked at Yuna. "It is appreciated."

Auron spared a passing glance toward the screen and walked a little further into the room, stopping around the center. A sliver of the elevator to the inner chamber could be seen at the end of the short hall connecting the two trial rooms, and Auron suddenly became aware of just how tense he had become.

This place... This place had always made him that way. Even when it was just a replica made of memories it was the same in that.