He was fading.

He brought you to us, like we knew he would.

The fayth appeared one by two, two by one, clustering around her like lost children. Aeons of Spira’s past, staring at her through dead eyes.

He serves no further purpose. You know this to be true.

Tidus was disappearing, and she could see bone under muscle, under wispy-thin skin. And this sudden, ghoulish fear was nothing to the thought of losing him.

You will come with us now. You will end the Neverending.

Her guardians couldn’t reach her; she vanished, promptly, as Tidus wisped out of existence.