Oh he's at old Zanarkand yay he hopes he doesn't get attemptedly faythed by Lady Yunalesca's undying spirit wouldn't that just be so much fun.

He keeps flying, taking note of his less-blue surroundings.

Zanarkand: was a pretty big city.

He's been flying for hours already. He thinks he can cope flying some extra distance over a city.

The city looks a lot like the one he just visited—same buildings, same streets, same size.

If he sees any people or movement he might investigate. Otherwise, he thinks he'll avoid the place that people think is very creepy and which contains at least one weird undead that can do relatively strong magic.

People!

What do they look like? Rotting corpses, vague shadows, or like actual regular people with whom he could possibly interact?

They look very transparent!

… He is curious about them and assumes they are some form of not-actually-dead.

Do they do anything if he approaches?

Not especially.

There aren't exactly many people, either. He can see a couple here, a trio over there...

If he goes up to a couple of them? Do they greet him, ignore him…?

They ignore him.

Two of them, dressed very similarly to Crusaders, stop a ways from him. One of them says to the other: "If it might benefit the future of Spira, I will gladly give my life. It is the highest honor for which a guardian might ask. Use my life, Lady Yocun, and rid Spira of Sin."

Oh, fun. What about if he tries talking to them? "Hello."

Nope. They walk right past—through—him, and disappear.

Okay, well, he'll try a few other transparent people.

There is a blue-haired boy with purple eyes and very long hands and a pretty normal-looking woman with brown hair.

"No! Mother, no! I don't want you to become a fayth!" the boy cries.

"There is no other way," the woman explains. "Use me and defeat Sin. Only then will the people accept you."

… Do they also not respond if he tries to talk to them? If not, he'll try another set, and if they're talking about sacrificing themselves to defeat Sin then he will assume they are all ghosts left after Lady Yunalesca is done with them.

They don't respond either.

The next set... is awfully familiar.

"Hey, Braska. You don't have to do this."

"Thank you for your concern," says another man.

He was actually thinking of looking for this set next but he expected it would take him a while.

"Fine. I said my piece."

"Well, I haven't! Lord Braska, let us go back! I don't want to see you... die!" says someone who is probably a young Auron.

"You knew this was to happen, my friend."

Joy of joys.

Does Braska look like a dick? He doesn't expect that bad parents are necessarily physically identifiable, but he's curious if he does anyway.

"But I... I cannot accept it!" exclaims Auron.