It's surreal and detached, watching the ensuring contact all the way from here, in the safety of a boat at sea. It's even more so when the ship's crew begins to sing the Hymn of the Fayth, the serene and yet somber sound at odds with the horrifying imagery of Kilika's destruction.
And Zelos... feels a little like an outsider here, not really belonging in this communal bubble that's surfaced among Martelites. It's kinda funny, really. For all his religious upbringing and his hometown being one of the most fucking religious cities in Spira, it's not exactly like Zelos can call himself a man of faith, and so singing the Hymn of the Fayth along with the rest of these people feels like a bad idea, or even insulting to the moment at hand. So he stays silent, watching Sin instead. He doesn't move from where he sits though, not even as Sheena leans against him.
He doesn't mind it, not really.
Who knows how long it is between Sin's contact with Kilika and its eventual retreat back into the sea, but at some point, it happens. The air already feels empty without the crew's singing. Zelos remains silent even as the crew finally gives a green light to get back to the mainland, turning the ship's engine back on and slowly making their way to the shoreline.
There will be many dead on the beach, Zelos realizes. A lot of souls and pyreflies left behind to fester in their own anger at the unfairness of their demise, and rightfully so. The only logical thing to do would be for a summoner to perform a Sending before they can even think about becoming fiends, hopefully as soon as they hit land, which means...
Zelos spares a glance at Sheena. Well, if she's really going to do this, then he hopes she's ready for that.
Hey what's the Fayth in Kilika
And Zelos... feels a little like an outsider here, not really belonging in this communal bubble that's surfaced among Martelites. It's kinda funny, really. For all his religious upbringing and his hometown being one of the most fucking religious cities in Spira, it's not exactly like Zelos can call himself a man of faith, and so singing the Hymn of the Fayth along with the rest of these people feels like a bad idea, or even insulting to the moment at hand. So he stays silent, watching Sin instead. He doesn't move from where he sits though, not even as Sheena leans against him.
He doesn't mind it, not really.
Who knows how long it is between Sin's contact with Kilika and its eventual retreat back into the sea, but at some point, it happens. The air already feels empty without the crew's singing. Zelos remains silent even as the crew finally gives a green light to get back to the mainland, turning the ship's engine back on and slowly making their way to the shoreline.
There will be many dead on the beach, Zelos realizes. A lot of souls and pyreflies left behind to fester in their own anger at the unfairness of their demise, and rightfully so. The only logical thing to do would be for a summoner to perform a Sending before they can even think about becoming fiends, hopefully as soon as they hit land, which means...
Zelos spares a glance at Sheena. Well, if she's really going to do this, then he hopes she's ready for that.