was it even possible to reconcile the irreversible in him ? once , she’d admired him . had thought seymour guado to be the epitome of all that she wished to be , of one in such a similar light . borne of a relationship their races had seen as taboo , that they had faced so much of the same despite the outcomes being so extremely different . it had been bastardized forever with his traitorous want for spira’s death , but … everything had changed . what had been wasn’t anymore , and although the priestess held herself with a firm reserve , compassion still ruled her heart in a vice . held emotions of resentment and grudge hostage when pity was the only one allowed free . her emotions were a tangle of confusion for this man , of a snarled tangle of thorns and sharp thistle . yuna knew she couldn’t change him , couldn’t undo the years of damage done . 

  ‘ yes , at zanarkand . you remember them , don’t you ? ‘ she implored , wheedling deeper than she ever had . ‘ i can’t … fathom ever doing such a thing . but , learning all this after – i want to give you another chance , seymour . and yet , ‘ she paused , a shaky breath was exhaled , ‘ i wonder if you even want it . ‘

the fact that he’s guilty of the words that he admitted to triggered along his spine like a cool shiver. static of course would build the unexplained rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins and they held onto his lungs as that of unforgiving smoke that reintroduces him as a high. would it be too unfair to say that he’s long awaited such an confrontational moment? in all of his time of having been dead? being punished? betrayal tore bereft among the guado and the human and the very woman, former summoner---he allowed all of that to madness race asunder. his feeling were slightly tinged as ideological. memories he was blessed with being able to still keep, to still store in his mind’s process his favorite? the wedding day, of course! he’d never forget. he’d snap back to reality in time enough to reply. “it would be quiet odd of me to forget. just a child then and still, even as adult...it haunts me.” her words fixed his spine to turn. amethysts widened. surprise! she wanted to give him another chance? he didn’t want to refuse. death limited his options. “yuna.”voice falls soft. “you’d forgive me...? after the misery...? the terror?”

  ‘ do you really think that still ? i – i know your pain , seymour . ‘

  those were words she had never thought could be said , spoken . what had begun as admiration had turned to  sick melding of disgust and pity , and then , a chasm of understanding that opened despairingly . yuna walks on eggshells and coals with him . the maester could never really change , yes , but – some wan , pitiful hope in her existed than he might . that what had begun could somehow – maybe , just maybe – be redeemed . her hand clenched anxiously at her sternum , expression a conflict of a compassion too belated and utter defensiveness . mismatched eyes wanted to forgive , but couldn’t .

  ‘ there’s still a chance ! things don’t have to be like this anymore ! i – i saw you in … projections at zanarkand , at baaj . do you really think you’re so alone in the world ? ‘

a simple bow of the head, if not a full on nod. yet there is no simple given direct answer. he’‘d shown her his true colors he knew, or at least he knows he had betrayed her entire welcoming trust. it was only expected she’d feel the same way she did, or even would. whatever feelings he had left remaining, then surely, his...plans. they were all for a purpose. and he’s certain by the time--by the past--everything he did it reflected for his grief and since from his very birth--he was cursed and over look due to his nature as. if not only that--there was  a political, and both selfish reason behind it. such is the boldness. he didn’t expect her to exactly step down because of the danger that he is. but he’d given her an honorary because she was brave. oh, look, surprise.