He had pushed upwards, trying to get above the trees, for sight but also to avoid whipping branches. They might shield from the rain but the wind made them dangerous.

But then there was crackling of lightning, not ordinary lightning but the colour of the void, his head aches and he has to stay calm, Tidus is relying on him.

"I think..."

There.

He can see it, a shimmering, void in sky, drawing them closer, difficult to look at.

"Look. I think it is a tear."