#lady yunalesca

[guardiansgalore]

hey

here's a.... group

I was not ready for any of these characters even if i picked them myself

so much hair... so much difficult hair...

you can very clearly tell that i haven't drawn two of the three beings on this image ((and i've barely drawn the other)

Today we have: ms. kill your faves, god, will marry your teenage daughter

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Round 2

Reno: Sets boundaries with work and refuses to go in on his day off

Yunalesca: Snakes, Giantism, That tongue... All the kinksters better look here

[edgemis]

Hello ladies

[starkwillendurestone]

There’s not going to be a final summoning you stupid slut! —Lady Yunalesca

[timelessxmemories]

okay so Jecht became Sin to lead his son, Tidus, into becoming a Guardian for Yuna to defeat Sin who was himself, Jecht, to save the world. While Auron on the other hand, died to Lady Yunalesca after trying to avenge Lord Braska, Kimari found Auron seconds before he died, Auron then became an unsent because he made a promise to Jecht and Braska that he'd help Tidus become a Guardian for Yuna alongside himself, Auron, and because he made those promises, he wasn't allowed jnto the afterlife until he fulfilled those promises, and when he did, he was finally sent off by Yuna herself and practically told everyone that their fates are their own to choose and to not dwell on the past. Okay. Okay this is fine. Okay. -Willow

[fangsded]

So far, FFX is WAYYYYY better than XIII story writing wise. I actually fully understand everything that's happening the first time it happens lmao. X might just be a better game over all imo. And yet, XIII is still my favorite. Haven't quite beat X yet, just beat lady Yunalesca. X is definitely in my top five now though, it's right under XIII, it took IX's place.

[kamalahq]

benevolent gay faggotry: kefka god form, yuna, noctis, lunafreya, vanille, lightning, snow, aerith, cloud, squall, rinoa, wakka, bahamut, mr shuu, lenne, koda kumi, jade from sweetbox, leona lewis, regis caelum, nyx, serah, cosmos, terra, kupo, yuel, nobuo uematsu, curaja

malicious gay faggotry: kefka, ardyn, shiva, seymour, hope, quistiss, oaka the XXIII, rikku, yojinbo, ultimecia, the magus sisters, ixion, lady belgemine, lady yunalesca, cindy, somnus, dona, scarlet, lightning, queen brahne, cactuars, malboros, adel, yoko shimomura, fran, kuja, yevon, new yevon, etro, the astrals, the fal'cie, bhunivelze, vegnagun, master mika

malevolent gay faggotry: sephiroth, safer sephiroth, shuyin, ifrit, chaos, ardyn, kuja, ultimecia, kefka, sin, yu yevon, the astrals, the fal'cie, bhunivelze, vegnagun, trema, vayne

vexatious gay faggotry: tidus, zidane, vaan, penelope, paine, yuna, rikku, mr shuu, noctis, prompto, gladio, ignis, cindy, iris, vanille, fang, lightning, snow, hope, sazh, noel, isaaru, sephiroth, caius, seifer, lenne

salacious gay faggotry: noctis, tidus, ardyn, snow, wakka, sazh, ifrit, shuyin, prompto, auron, zack, gladio, the luca goers, jecht, nyx, caius, noel, barthelo, squall, seifer, cid, baash, balthier, baralai, gippal

[soartfullydone]

@editoress asked: A kiss to prove a point for Yuna and Seymour. 

Yuna’s return to Bevelle was no homecoming. The holy city of Yevon had stopped being home the moment her father, Lord Braska, left for his pilgrimage to defeat Sin. Her father, who she loved but knew better through other’s stories and memories than her own. A father who had brought the Calm but never returned.

A father whose footsteps she tried walking alongside rather than step-for-step. Yuna wanted to defeat Sin forever, to bring the Eternal Calm, one where no more summoners and their guardians had to die for a hollow victory. She wanted to end the spiral of suffering in Spira.

She felt farther away from achieving that future than she’d ever been. She couldn’t see her father’s steps. He had never walked this path before.

“Bevelle has never known such a lovely bride,” said a deceptively soft voice as its owner entered the room. “Nor will it again.”

Yuna’s attendants scattered, fleeing the room wordlessly as Maester Seymour approached. The train on Yuna’s wedding dress swept across the dark, marbled floor as she turned to find him in striking black robes, his chest covered and a white cravat at his throat. Her groom. “Please,” she said, with all the kindness and authority she had as a summoner, “let me send you.”

“There is no need for that.” As Seymour raised his hand, the sleeve of his robe exposed how his fingers were a little too long to be fully human, his nails talon-like but well-kempt. “I don’t plan on remaining as an unsent for much longer.”

If she had her staff, Yuna would begin her dance, fruitless though it would be. Defiance rose like a pyrefly’s glow within her, but the only show of it she could make was to ball her fists. The silk gloves she wore didn’t even give her the satisfaction of friction. “Nor will our marriage last. So why…?”

Why go through with this farce? Why abduct her from the heart of the Bikanel Desert, from her guardians? Why dress her like a blushing bride, in pure white with wings of freedom upon her back, if what she would marry was a patricide and undead malice personified? 

“I told you,” Seymour responded. “To give the people of Spira hope.”

Yuna might’ve trusted the answer more if he’d displayed any hints of irritation, but he was as serene as when he’d first proposed to her. Her heels clacked too loud against the stone floor. “How will you give them hope,” she asked, soft but firm, “when you have none yourself?”

Seymour’s eyes met hers, and it took everything Yuna had not to recoil. Was it because he was unsent that his eyes appeared so devoid of life, of feeling? Had that spark she’d seen when he’d talked of Lady Yunalesca and Lord Zaon in Guadosalam been real, or had he always feigned at life? “You have enough,” he replied bluntly, “for us all.”

“No,” Yuna replied, on the cusp of hopelessness herself. “This isn’t about hope. Not for you.”

“If I tell you I love you, will that make it easier?”

“Only the truth will do that.” Yuna squared her shoulders, the action built of a quiet but dogged resolve she had always possessed. For a long time, she believed it had come from her father. Now, she believed it was born from the tenacity of her mother’s people, the heretical Al Bhed. “Why did you murder Lord Jyscal?”

Seymour’s mouth slanted into a mockery of a smile. “Didn’t his sphere tell you? You killed me over it, as I recall.”

“Yes.” What did you call an emotion that was neither all pity nor all rage? Yuna didn’t know. “But I’m asking you.”

“Yuna.” He said her name so wistfully, so futilely. “What does it matter?”

“He said he couldn’t protect you or your—”

“Protect me?” Seymour’s soft tenor dropped dangerously low. “What a curious interpretation, considering he never once tried to.”

There was no mistaking his eyes for being lifeless now. Their purple depths gleamed with an unholy wrath, a mixture of pain, hatred, and bitter amusement. But his face… The skin had gone so pale it was close to translucent. The Guado veins arching down from his forehead were to blame. They were so shockingly blue against his bloodless skin, Yuna almost believed if she were to reach out and touch one, they’d prick her finger. 

“He confessed to his failing, and—”

“No,” interrupted Seymour, advancing a step. Then another, gliding ever closer. “No, Yuna, I do not believe he confessed to anything.”

Forgetting her surroundings, Yuna’s back collided with the floor-length mirror behind her, crushing the tiny angel’s wings sewn into her dress. The glass was shockingly cold against her skin, but at least it was a natural cold. Yuna went very still as Seymour loomed over her, giving off no warmth. His hand cupped her cheek, sending a chill down her spine.

“My father foolishly brought a child into the world that no one wanted. An abomination.” Seymour brushed his thumb along Yuna’s cheek to soften the cruel worlds, but Yuna was all too aware of the sharp tip of his nail. “Instead of condemning the people’s hatred, he succumbed to it. I grew up in exile with my mother, whose only crime was bringing that abomination into the world. Both of us shunned because he chose them over those he should’ve loved.”

His breath was a cool mist as he leaned his face toward hers. For a wild, frightening moment, Yuna thought he’d kiss her. “It was my mother who took me to Zanarkand. My mother, who made a sacrifice of herself for my sake. She became a fayth, so I would use her as an aeon. So that when I defeated Sin, the people would finally love me.” 

“An aeon,” Yuna breathed, shocked. “You don’t mean—!”

“Anima, yes. In a way, you and I have upheld a long-standing marriage tradition. You’ve gotten to meet my mother.”

Yuna shook her head, unable to process the events at Macalania Temple all over again. Of what was happening now. The maester seized her, his touch becoming biting in keeping her still. “Surely, Lord Jyscal didn’t—”

Seymour’s haunted, grief-stricken expression hardened into deepest loathing. “My father knew of the whole affair, and still he did nothing. He let her die, let her take part in the world’s endless suffering. And still, still, I could not go home, remaining at Baaj alone. So tell me, Yuna. To a summoner who fights to give all for Spira’s sake, does that sound like protection to you?”

Yuna didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The images Seymour painted were too horrific to contemplate, and yet she did. The events played out in her mind, and she saw what a child would see and felt what a child would feel at watching the only parent he knew sacrifice herself. Yuna didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, she didn’t see the child Seymour had been and his human mother anymore. In their place was Yuna, as she’d been at seven years old, and Braska, his broad back the last thing of him she’d ever see.

Seymour brushed away Yuna’s tears, his touch tender and his voice a soothing coo.  

“Yes, a part of you understands,” Seymour continued, a hair above a whisper. “I see it there, shadowed in your beautiful eyes. You don’t want to acknowledge it, but you do.” His mouth curled ruefully. “In another life—no, in another world, perhaps, we would have been a good match. We might have learned to be happy.”

“We still can,” Yuna tried, “if my pilgrimage continues.”

“Your pilgrimage ends here, my love. Be grateful. Nothing awaits you in Zanarkand but death. I’ve seen it firsthand. Even if you survived it, it would never let you go.”

Seymour did, but it was only long enough to reach for the gossamer fabric that would serve as her veil. He worked with sure, gentle hands to pin the veil to the tiara fashioned on the crown of her head, the rest of her hair pinned in an elaborate up-do. It was all gone, the emotion that had shattered his tranquil expression and inflamed his speech. Now, he was a groom breaking the most sacred of traditions, seeing his bride before the wedding. Worse, he was adding the finishing touch himself without the slightest hint of joy, anticipation, or lust.

Yuna would take lust if it meant being free of this sudden lifelessness.

He’d taken the edges of her veil to pull over her face when she stopped him, her hands catching each of his wrists. “Is this,” she challenged, “to save Spira?”

“There is no saving Spira,” Seymour answered at last. “Its spiral of suffering will continue unless someone brings it to an end. Not just Sin, but life. The world. Everything.”

“You truly believe that’s the only way?”

“I know it is. And which is more merciful? Letting the world’s pain continue, or bringing it to a peaceful end?”

Yuna’s eyes, one Al Bhed green and one blue like her father’s, flashed. “I cannot accept those choices.”

“I know that, too. But your fire, as beautiful as it is, is why you suffer.”

“And yours,” she rebutted, “is because you can’t see why any of it matters. Why we fight. Why, even now, my friends are coming for me. Seymour, life is about so much more than suffering.”

Yuna let go of his wrists, burying her hands instead into his robes and the fabric of his cravat. She pulled him down fast, closing her eyes. Seymour gave no resistance as her mouth found his. Yuna kissed him, tentative and scared at first, but he was right. Her fire was never far, and she reached for it now. Finding her nerve, she slid her mouth deliberately against his, her tongue darting out to brush his lips.

It changed everything. Seymour moaned into her mouth, sending a deep vibration straight through her. Defenses broke down and their lips moved together, an unspoken question meeting its forbidden answer. Seymour’s hand clutched the back of her head over the veil while his other found the curve of her waist, bringing her flush against him. It didn’t matter anymore that his body gave off no warmth when his mouth was so hot. The kiss—the need it had uncovered in them both—turned desperate. Yuna found herself willing to succumb to its sweet poison if she could just—  

With a surge of strength that would make Kimahri proud, Yuna broke the kiss and shoved herself away from Seymour. “No!” 

They both stumbled back, Yuna out of breath but with Seymour fairing no better. His eyes were wild with want, but all too soon, they narrowed with suspicion and resentment. Seymour looked alive, felt it, and that realization brought him to his full height, a hand upon his mouth. He was torn between wiping Yuna’s kiss away or pressing the remnants of it there to immortalize forever. Instead, he did neither, remaining frozen to watch Yuna’s next move, the summoner proving she was less prey than predator, one biding its time for a day like today. 

But where the flush of desire clouded his face and caused him to hesitate, righteous anger hardened her features and strengthened her resolve. 

“It’s only suffering, remember?” Yuna said coldly into the quiet space between them. “That’s all life is. You don’t get to have more. You don’t want to have more.”

Outside, Bevelle’s temple sounded the hour, signaling that it was time for the wedding to proceed.

[toggle1-mrfipp]

Opera Omnia Burst Theme 4/?

In the first three posts I covered all the songs that were used for characters tht were able to receive their respective BTs, as well as put up my own suggestions for ones that had not gotten them. The rest of these posts will be more or less self-indulgence on my part as I list characters that could have gotten into the game, as well as songs that might have been used for them.

Final Fantasy I Matoya: Matoya's Cave

Final Fantasy II Gordon: Dungeon Josef: Escape! Ricard Highwind: Ancient Castle

Final Fantasy III Sara Altney: Jinn, the Fire Cid Haze: Sailing Enterprise Aria Bennet: Aria, Maiden of the Water Doga: Let Me Know the Truth Unnei: Let Me Know the Truth (Remake) Luneth: Boss 2 (Remake) Arc: Dungeon (Remake) Refia: Battle 1 (Remake) Ingus: Forbidden Land Eureka

Final Fantasy IV Tellah: Tower of Zot Cid Pollendina: Hey, Cid! Zemus: Final Battle (Pixel Remaster) Scarmiglione: Battle with the Four Fiends (Pixel Remaster) Cagnazzo: Battle with the Four Fiends (Dissidia) Barbariccia: Battle with the Four Fiends (FFXIV) Luca: Dancing Calcabrina Harley: Edward's Harp Gekkou: Battle 1 (Pixel Remaster) Izayoi: Mount Ordeals Tsukinowa: Into the Darkness (Pixel Remaster) Zangetsu: Battle 2 (Pixel Remaster) Maenad: The Eidolons Shackled

Final Fantasy V Ghido: Library of the Ancients Boko: Go, Boko Go! Enuo: The Decisive Battle Final Fantasy VI Umaro: Umaro's Theme Gogo: Gogo's Theme Banon: The Returners Ultros: Grand Finale Ghost: Phantom Train

Final Fantasy VII Red XIII: Red XIII's Theme Tseng: Shinra's Full Scale Assault Elena: Hurry Up! Hojo: J-E-N-O-V-A Loz: Beyond the Wasteland Yazoo: Battle in the Forgotten City Genesis Rhapsody: The SOLDIER Way Nero the Sable: Fight Tune: Messenger of the Dark Rosso the Crimson: Fight Tune: Crimson Impact Azul the Cerulean: Fight Tune: Killing One Another Elfe: Theme of Elfe Roche: Ignition Flame

Final Fantasy VIII Ward Zabac: Silence and Motion Kiros Seagill: Ride On Edea Kramer: FITHOS LUSEC WECOS VINOSEC Adel: Lunatic Pandora

Final Fantasy IX: Blank: Vamo'alla Flamenco Marcus: Sword of Fury Lani: Battle 1 Mikoto: Bran Bal, The Soulless Village Black Waltz No 3: Battle 2 Thorn and Zorn: Jesters of the Moon Garland: Master of Time

Final Fantasy X Rikku: Start or YRP, Fight No. 1 depending how her kit is built Gunner Yuna: YRP, Fight No. 3 Yunalesca: Challenge Leblanc: Let Me Blow You A Kiss Logos: Infiltration! Leblanc's Hideout! Ormi: Anything Goes For Leblanc! Baralai: New Yevon Gippal: Machima Faction Nooj: Youth League Lenne: 1000 Words (FFX2 Mix) Shuyin: Their Resting Place

Final Fantasy XI Zeid: Fury Volker: Battle Theme Star Sibyl: Heaven's Tower Semih Lafihna: Battle 2 Ajido-Marujido: Battle in the Dungeon 2 Trion I d'Oraguille: Battle in the Dungeon Curilla V Mercu: Ronfaure Maat: Tough Battle Shadow Lord: Awakening Aldo: Battle 3 Gilgamesh: Battle in the Dungeon 3 Ulmia: Onslaught Tenzen: Isle of the Gods Naja Salaheem: Mercenaries' Delight Luzaf: Black Coffin Razfhad: Hellriders Cait Sith: On This Blade Lady Lilith: Goddess Divine Larzos: Kindred Cry Morimor: Steel Sings, Blades Dance Teodor: Monstrosity Balamor: Clouds Over Ulbuka

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[braskide]

i know in the game it is barely highlighted if not in very specific situations that also have the weight of the plotline on it, but when you think about it truly, tidus has always had endless devotion towards yuna. it's caught early on, and it is not casuality he is later seen ( although never completely and openly addressed ) as the true guardian. what yuna and tidus share is the pure essence of what traditional yevon is based on: what zaon and yunalesca had, pure sacrifice in the face of endless devotion. in my head i see them as a symbol of delivering justice. tidus the silver sword, the vessel and the shield and yuna as pure personification of justice, lady justice in mythology if you will, always depicted with her sword and blind. the connection is kinda accurate as well: yuna has been blind to the truth, unwillingly removed from it at many times, and tidus has always been the one to bring her back to the path to make it so that she would deliver.

and in the end, deliver she will. without false hope, as she says herself.

it is iconic how seymour will make sure to tell yuna that lady yunalesca has not defeated sin alone. seymour wanted to be that same silver sword, but in a way that would make lady justice not guided in truth, but in blood and self realization. i doubt seymour has ever wanted to see a world in which he could live as himself, naked of the power necessary to make himself valuable in the eyes of yevon ( and his father, but that's another story ) and thus an end in destruction seems the only possible solution, and if not that then turning himself into his own justice through yuna.

it has been said before but i always like to repeat it: seymour, tidus and yuna are always connected in a form of triforce ( of doom, if you will ), and the game never fails to work in triple symbols: jecht, braska and auron for example. they're interconnected through the entirety of the game and even after seymour's and tidus' death they continue to live on, i fail to find irrelevance in the legacy of both of them, even though in the sequel we only focus on tidus, it's kinda impossible to avoid the memory of seymour.

[ofmoonlily]

Spira's Archives

Maechen: Shall I tell you about the Spira of days long past, eh?

Maechen: There is a legend, you know. Just before the horrible Sin appeared…a terrible war raged between Bevelle and Zanarkand. When the armies of Bevelle attacked Mount Gagazet, they heard a song echoing across the snowy slopes. “‘Tis a song from an otherworld,” they said. The soldiers panicked and ran. And then, as if to pursue the retreating armies, Sin appeared! Some time later, scouts from Bevelle braved the mountain. On the other side, they witnessed the ruins that had been Zanarkand. The city destroyed. Not a single soul left standing. Gone! In its place, a multitude of the fayth had gathered on Gagazet. They were singing a song. It’s the song we now call the “Hymn of the Fayth.” And that, as they say, is that. Well…maybe not all of it.

¬Maechen: Would you like to hear the rest?

Maechen: Rumors flew in Bevelle about Sin’s sudden appearance. They said that the people of Zanarkand became the fayth, that they had called Sin. And that the man responsible…was none other than the summoner Yevon, ruler of Zanarkand! Yes, the lord father of Lady Yunalesca. On the eve of Zanarkand’s destruction, Lady Yunalesca… had fled to safety with her husband, Zaon. Later, the two used the Final Summoning to defeat Sin. Yet the people of Bevelle still feared Yu Yevon. It was to quell his wrath that they revered him, and first spread his teachings. And so were born the temples of Yevon. I suppose it’s possible Yunalesca had planned it that way from the start! A fair trade, she defeats Sin in exchange for her lord father’s honor. Of course, there’s no proof. No, the facts are lost in the mists of time. And who’d admit Yevon was an enemy of Bevelle? You can bet the temples had a hand in covering that one up! And that, as they say, is that.

¬Maechen: Like to hear more, would you?

Maechen: Let me tell you about the Hymn of the Fayth. It was once a Zanarkand song, sung in defiance of Bevelle! Of course, the Yevon clergy of Bevelle forbade it. Then, as these things often go, those who disliked Yevon began to sing it. The Al Bhed, for instance. The Hymn of the Fayth became the symbol of defiance against Yevon. Yevon could do nothing but capitulate. They lifted the ban on the song, and spread a new story. They said the hymn was a song sung to soothe the souls of the dead. And so saying, they took the song and made it scripture. That’s why today, the hymn is sung all over Spira. You could say that, though Zanarkand is gone from this world, it lives on in the song. Aaaah, but look at the time. I’ve rambled on again. I do love stories, you see. Well, I owe you my gratitude for hearing this old scholar out.

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Round 1

I know, I'm still working on Round 1, the last two days have been so crazy, I'm sorry. Future rounds won't take this long. Mainly because there won't be 64 of these to do in future rounds...

Yunalesca: Just trying to keep the working man (Auron) down.

Garland: Breeding kink.

[codeviolations]

we are attempting the lady yunalesca boss fight again today

[wine-to-living-gold]

FF10s truest and best boss fights had something like this, Seymour and Lady Yunalesca. Not only was it heavily emotional story wise, but then you had this new debuff to deal with and you would have to shuffle through dispelling to heal or keeping it to not get insta-deathed. Zombie would proceed to be like, never important again, but boy oh boy did it make for some truly fun bosses.

So help me, I love JRPG bosses with stupid meta strategies that exploit some quirk of the mechanics to ruin your day. Like, yeah, cast a spell that changes my primary damage-dealer's damage type to an element the boss is healed by, and I can't even remove it because it's technically a buff and all of the condition-removing effects specifically don't remove buffs. Give me a boss whose passive aura grants spell reflection to the opposing party, which in practice prevents me from healing myself but doesn't hinder the boss at all because literally all of their attacks are physical type. Go on, make it weird.

[miss-midnightt]

Okay, but, how would Freyja react coming across old recordings of Auron when he was about 25 and travelling with Braska and Jecht, seeing how reckless, selfless and chaotic he had been compared to how calm, cold and distant he is now? How would she react to the recording of him trying to avenge his friends from Lady Yunalesca but instead being killed in the process?

Oh, she’d CONSTANTLY egg him on, telling him to “go back to his roots” and to “be the bitch you wish to see in the world”. Lmao.

[asoulofatlantis]

The game didn’t crash again, so we can relax now... just like Tidus here XD I mean, with my cheats and all this game is a cakewalk, but it normally would not have been this easy to beat that Machina thingy, so I don’t know how he can be so relaxed after this fight ^^’

This scene is always so amusing XD Tidus was looking like: “Uhm... should you really strip right Infront of me?” But he was also like: “Can’t look away, I could miss something!” XD But I guess he has that age ^^’

Rikku kinda brought something to the game that no one else could provide. First of all, as she was from Spira but an AlBhed, she - unline Tidus - was allowed to say the things we thought and felt about Yevon and the Summoner and stuff liek that. And second, she brought some nice young fun into the mix. (She was somewhat annoying every now and then... but I guess that is also part of having such a young team member ^^’)

I loved how everyone was so worried about the Al Bhed issue with Rikku and in the end Wakka stayed blissfully oblivious for most of the time, even tho it was freaking obvious by looking at her eyes alone and the way everyone acted around her in that moment. I guess it shows Wakkas naivety and... well... how he doesn’t always use his brain once more ^^’

Now that our team is complete... I will have to spend half an hour to get her to the others level... wohoo...

Gee. We already reached that part? I was worried that I was far too slow in my progress, but to think that we are already here... seems like I am not THAT slow.

This game actually deals a lot with deeper stuff. Different races, different believes and the misconceptions and problems that are born out of that. But it deals also with also what happens when those different races or people with different believes do intermingle... and the problems that come with that. Cid became distant from his sister, because she married a non-AlBhed. Seymore that to suffer, because his mother was human and not Guado. Different believes and the misconceptions that come with that are what makes Wakka hate the AlBheds. Tidus too, as he is from a different “world” then Spira, had trouble fitting in. On first glace, this is a bittersweet lovestory with some religious powerplay as your true and strongest enemy. However, at a closer look, this story is quite deep.

Kimari not the only one. Me too not like Maester Seymore. (I think same goes for Auron and Tidus...) Seriously tho, even before I knew what monster was truly hiding behind his fassade, I always found him... suspicious and never liked him much. The game isn’t trying to hide that there is something off with him... it just doesn’t throw it directly in your face either.

Back in the day, this was quite an impressive scene, I tell you. Of course, these days it can not hold up to the likes of FF7R, but I think it still looks very impressive.

Did you know that the overall room that was used here was later reused for Leblancs bedroom in FFX-2? XD By the way... Seymore said they collected that through the memories of people in the fareplane, but Lady Yunalesca and Lord Zeon had been here alone, so who had seen this? Zeon was the first Final Summoning, not sure what happened to his soul after the next final summoning took his place. But I am not sure if it so easily could wander into the fareplane, given that there was (unlike with Jekkt and the Aeons later) very likely no proper sending.

Yuna looked away shy and embarrassed when Lord Zeon and Lady Yunaleska embraced, showing her innocence and pretty much also showing how unfair Seymore was, requesting her hand in marriage, given how she had obviously not much experience with love. And to top that off, given her future, she should not have had to marry for political reasons, after all, time was running out on her, so she should at least have had the right to marry someone she loves. Of course, Yuna isn’t selfish enough to see it that way and Seiymore likely knew that.

I get why Auron stayed out of the fareplane and I get that for the game it looked less suspicious if Rikku stayed out too... but it still seemed weird that she did. Its not like you have to think of someone, if you go in. She could just have gone in there for moral support.

It always seemed like Lulu had faced and accepted the fact that Chappu was dead and wouldn’t come back. But if you listen to her here, she really hasn’t fully faced everything that comes with that harsh truth until then.