( her gaze fell at his words, unable to keep keep with his as he spoke. for yuna, it didn't matter that it couldn't be changed. she followed the same path as the fallen summoners had, each of them reaching the end of their journeys... just as she would reach hers.

it was different, and yet so the same. a conclusion that couldn't be altered... but with each new cycle, hope. ) Don't say it isn't worth it.

If, somehow being here now, hearing what these people have to say, seeing what they're going through... trying to help them.... ( she drew in a breath, closing her eyes and pressing a hand against her collar bone ) If we could even learn one small thing to prevent a catastrophe like this from happening again, then, well... ( it was okay if she was being used, then. she'd go through it over and over if she had to, and when she opened her eyes, her checkered gaze said just as much with their gleam. )

Seeing and experiencing what's happening here for ourselves -- that might just be the best way to break free from being used.