So that was it. Auron was dead, had died and probably only lived as long as he had out of sheer will. It was why he'd left Yuna to someone else's care. But through some deep drive that rejected the state of the world, being the only person that knew the truth and could hope to fix all the wrongs he survived as some form of the undead.

A bit like the resurrected faces in their world, though it hadn't been their own wills that brought them back or guided them.

Neji looked over Auron, taking in the aged and worn appearance with new context. Little wonder why he'd asked him about the circumstances surrounding his death. He'd been there and suffered- still did to a degree.

"Did your world ever change before you came here?"