"I don't know. She didn't tell, and we didn't ask. Guessed we coulda figured it out, somehow. Fixed things. Heh. Didn't quite work out."

Pause. "Would Sin die if you did, do you think?"

"Probably. But then it'd just find some other poor sod to be."

"– Even if there's no fayth, from the Final Summoning?"

"I don't really know. Way above my pay grade."

"I'll make sure to let Tidus know," he says. "When I'm out of here."

"Thanks. And tell him—" Pause. "Nah, never mind."

Headtilt. "No? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Should—just tell him when I see him."

"… I'm not sure when you're expecting that to happen? In the Farplane?"

"Maybe there. But I think I'll see him before."

"While you're Sin?"

"Yeah."

"… Will you be able to tell him much when you see him? I didn't realize Sin could talk."

"Sin can't. But they'll probably gonna come kill me. When they figure out how."

"You'll be able to talk when they come kill you? – I didn't realize that happened with the Final Aeon and I don't know what else you'd be talking about, unless you mean them doing the same as I did?"

"Yeah, after destroying the shell, they'll come here. And I might be here, might not. Depends on how long they take."

"If you're sure," says Theo. "But it's kinda dangerous out there. I don't know if he'll be safe all the way."

"There's nothing I can do about that. Sin kills. That's what it does."

"I know, I just mean… He might not get to you for you to be able to tell him."

He looks pensive for a moment, then says, "If it looks like I'm not gonna be able to... Tell him I'm sorry. And I'm proud of him." A soft chuckle escapes his lips. "And that he'd better stop all his crying."

Theo smiles a bit.

Then he looks at his blade, and then he tries to decapitate Jecht.

Jecht's hand is now holding the blade. He was fast enough Theo entirely missed the movement, if he had indeed moved and not merely teleported his arm to the appropriate position. He starts laughing. "Good try, kid. Not good enough."

The blade is quite sharp. Is it digging in at all?

"Any pointers for next time?" he asks, seemingly unfazed.

He managed to grab hold of the blade without its edge actually touching his skin.

"Be stronger, faster, more prepared, maybe with an aeon or two. And be happy Sin is tired. I coulda killed you with a sneeze."