Something in Auron grew cold at the sound of Lady Yunalesca's footsteps. For a long time it had looked as though she wouldn't be here, that this place would be empty. They should have known this would be the case. Every time Yuna mentioned how this Spira wasn't like the Spira they had made, they should have known.

As Yuna and Jecht each said their piece, however, that cold feeling gave way to anger beginning to bubble within. It was Jecht that nearly made it spill over the edge. "No," Auron replied, eye blazing. The word came out harsh and forceful. He would not see this happen all over again. He had been unable to stop Jecht and Braska before, unable to stop them, too unconfident to keep to his convictions. And he had seen what Yuna was capable of--what all of them were capable of. Sin or castle, it didn't matter. It was all the same to him at this moment.

He took his gaze off of Jecht a moment to glare at Yunalesca. It was almost as though she didn't remember any of them. A memory--a bad memory--but whose he couldn't tell. Auron's scowl deepened and he tore his eye away at his killer to look at Jecht again. "We find another way."

It was out of line, a part of him reprimanded. While it was never official, he personally had let Yuna lead them through Spira, just as she had done during her pilgrimage. He had fallen back into the guardian's role, though it was a little different this time, he would admit. It still didn't feel like his place to disagree so vocally as this, and especially not in this manner.

But... this was different, wasn't it? He had witnessed change, and he had changed, too.