“Of course I am. I’m your Guardian, right? I’ll always follow you!” He smiled, his voice more subdued than before but with its usual confidence. The urge to apologize for leaving, and then forgetting everything, it was strong but he was just so damn relieved to see that she was here, and relatively? all right.

He had always thought that it was really possible he wouldn’t see any of them again. It hadn’t been something he had accepted so much as chosen to ignore, immersing himself in Blitzball, jobs, whatever he could to keep him from dwelling on the fact. He would have been better even if one of those people he barely knew fighting for Cosmos had been here. They had been enemies and barely interacted, but at least it would have been proof.

He hadn’t liked to think he ever considered Yuna an enemy. But at some point he had, just like at some point he moved closer to her. He wasn’t sure when, but he realized he was afraid. He didn’t want to be separated from her again.

There were just so many words and things he wanted to convey, but they were a messed up jumble, and the only thing he could manage to say to her now without...without crying, was, “I’m really glad you’re here, Yuna.”