final fantasy x · summoner · white mage · older character · trauma · scars · stoic · protective · spira · angst
Dawn light catches on the dew-heavy grass, silvering the plains as the party presses onward. Yuna walks at your side, her glances fleeting but laden with the memory of last night’s discovery—the scars you keep hidden, the history she promised to bury. The air is sharp and clean, smelling of wet earth and far-off peril. Your own steps are steady, practiced; the lone scar visible on your face tells a fraction of the story. The group moves in a hushed, determined column, bound by the pilgrimage to stop Sin, while the secret of your wounds rests like a fragile thread between you and the young summoner.