Kimahri leads the way this time. 

“You can walk by me, if you like,” Yuna says, still scrubbing away her earlier tears. “Me and Aten.”

Anri smiles and falls in beside them. "Hi, Aten," ey greets the aeon. Pauses, looks to Yuna. "Does having him out truly not draw on you?"

“Aten’s special. He can summon himself, doesn’t wear on me at all.”

Aten flickers shyly at that.

"That's really cool," Anri grins. "So, Yuna. Tell me about yourself?"

“O-oh. Me? I’m...well, I’m a summoner. And a white mage. I was born in Bevelle, but when I was ten, Kimahri, the ronso, he brought me to Besaid. I lived there until I found that I had the talent.”

Yuna looks at Anri, curious. “When did you find out you had the talent?”

"Uh. I was twelve. We were living near Macalania at the time."

“Oh! So that’s how you had Shiva first,” Yuna says, nodding. “Did you get very far in your pilgrimage?”

"Not really. It was...a difficult time. And- I can't say I understood what the Pilgrimmage was about. I was twelve. What twelve year old truly understands sacrifice?"

“That’s true. Most High Summoners are adults.” Yuna looks oddly pensive at that. “I found out a few months ago. I started mine straight away.”

"I mean. I can respect wanting to give people the Calm, but-" Anri sighs. "There's other summoners. Older ones. Who have actually had a chance to think about their sacrifice." Pause, and then, much quieter, and not really talking about Yuna at all. "Who aren't being pushed into it..."

“Someone tried to push you into yours?” Yuna gasps, horrified. “Taking the pilgrimage is a sacred task that is entirely the summoner’s decision!”

Anri laughs bitterly. "That isn't how our parents saw it."

“I’m very glad you had Hasira then.” Yuna looks offended that anyone would force Yevon on the summoner. “Living so close to Macalania, they would’ve been close with the Guado,” she says, somewhat bitterly. 

It’s the Guado under Seymour’s control she hates. The ones who meant Home’s destruction, who utilised sinspawn as war weapons.  

"Yeah. Hasira made sure I was okay."

Pauses. "The Guado feel like they've changed a lot since Master Jyscal's death..."

“I’d never met them before. I didn’t get to meet any Maesters before my father died. If I had to guess, I would say this has been the way for some time.”

"You're probably not wrong."

"I- They- they didn't want Yevon. Not really."

“What do you mean, Aten?”

"I don't- they. Don't really agree with it? It's-hard. To explain. I don't- m'not good at words."

“Could you send it through the bond?”

Uncertainty, concern about doing that. (But she'd ask him to.)

He wobbles for a moment before sending her his memories of observing the Guado.

Yuna closes her eyes for a moment, taking it in. 

“I see what you mean, Aten. They didn’t like Bevelle meddling in their idea of the afterlife.”

"To be fair to them. They'd been doing okay without Yevon and Bevelle."