"Dad!"

He can't help himself, stop himself. When the blade goes through his father's chest, the hand that lunges out, wanting to stop it, take the blade or fight Inigo back. But Tidus doesn't move, stuck in that spot, held back by some amount of reason that isn't usually with him.

Is that it? Was that enough? It couldn't be...

Jecht stands with buckled knees, the levin sword through his chest. A black aura, pyreflies coming out from within, the darkness being burnt by the presence of light. There's a grunt - a grunt that sounds like mirth.

The hair on Jechts head begins to turn white, his skin darkening to a brown.

'Nice shot, kid.' His already red eyes brighten as he straightens himself, his form starting to mutate into something monstrous. Grabbing the blade where Inigo digs it into, and shoving it and Inigo out and back, thrown away.

The hole stays, oozing darkness. And from it, he makes appear a larger sword to replace the one thrown. He stands over them both now, double the height he was, already taller than them both to begin with.

'Let's do that again,' he goads, voice deeper than before.