Auron took his time with another long drink of the stout, then wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.
"The dead have to be Sent, in Spira. If they are not, they stay among the living, grow jealous of them. In time, some become monsters. Others just... remain. I was one who was not sent. I watched Braska and Jecht sacrifice their lives to defeat Sin, then struck out in anger against the woman who had demanded their death. She killed me. I was not bitter, only determined to stop her, even then. So I remained."
Auron paused. He was sure there'd be questions. There were always questions.