Cape. 6th

I tried to smile and then walked up to my friends who were already waiting for me. I looked at them all. Lulu, whom I also felt as a big sister, the talented black magician, cool, deliberate, apparently completely dispassionate and often much too serious.
I remembered her pearly laugh. But that was before Chappu's sudden death, and before your first engagement as Guardian.

Khimari, the Ronso, of the lion people tribe. My taciturn, strong companion since childhood. How often had he protected me, caught me, comforted me. Quiet, taciturn, reserved, loyal Khimari.

Wakka, captain of the Besaid Aurochs, who had won the big game of his life in Luca. Wakka who was like a brother to me. Wakka, who was loyal to Yevon and trusted in our faith like no other. Wakka, the warm, if often a bit clumsy Wakka, who was always there for me.

Auron, the strong, experienced warrior who had already accompanied my father on his pilgrimage.Serious, taciturn, with a healthy distrust. A loyal, dependable Guardian,
a friend.

And last but not least, the young, messy, blonde blitzball player who burst into my life. Tidus, apparently the son of Sir Jekkt, my father's second Guardian. Tidus, who was more like the dark, confident Jekkt I had known as a kid than he thought. Just as impulsive, just as straightforward.
The young Zanarkandier who was surrounded by a seemingly insoluble secret. That made me laugh, but also made me think. My guardians. My companions. My best friends - almost like my family.

It was time to leave for Djose, my original destination.
I was a medium; I had to put the welfare of my friends and the people of Spira above my own needs. Seymour understood, and I understood him.
I had a duty to do. My pilgrimage. My burden.

The days passed quickly. The horror that I experienced on the offensive was not lost, but it was fading.It became a memory of how I hold many in my heart. Beautiful, sad, joyful, painful ..... so many thoughts about days gone by. My friends did everything to make me forget.

The onward journey to Djose, the sanctuary and the chamber of the Faith, in which I received another aeon. How often would I have failed without my loyal companion.
I will never be able to thank everyone as they deserve it.
I will never be able to erase the suffering that Khimari in particular, the friend of my childhood and old age, suffered on this long pilgrimage.
But I will never forget it. Or allow the sacrifices that were made to be forgotten. No way.

We traveled on through Spira, this beautiful, wonderful, threatening Spira, our world.
A world full of beauty and charm, a world threatened by the only truly evil, SIN, a world full of contrasts, full of wonder, full of monsters.
Our journey together led us from the Illuminum and the Moonflow to the forests of Macalania.At the Moonflow, my Guardians added one more member.
She is still one of my closest confidants to this day and, unlike others whom I have lost, I do not have to mourn her because she goes her own way.
Little, lovable Al Bhed. We are related to each other, she is my cousin.
I only found out later, but by then she had already proven herself to be a good friend and a loyal Guardian. I liked her from the first moment. Lively, open and witty.
How often did Rikku cheer me up during this difficult time, make me smile in her own unique way.

But I digress. You may forgive me.