After the sending, with the rest of the injured taken care of and with the worst of the attack under control, the activity by the shore slowly dies down.
Just as he'd thought, it takes a few more hours until help from the inland can arrive to them, but soon enough it does, and with that, most of Zelos' field work here is done. All that's left are some official documents and things to take care of after the fact, some messages on behalf of the church to deliver to his mother, blah blah blah, something or another, shit he can't really care about. Easy peasy, it shouldn't take long.
It's already sunset by the time Sheena makes it back to her guardian's side, and with her silence and somber mood Zelos is left wondering if she had trouble with her Sending, or if maybe this is her first. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Zelos is morbidly and pettily kinda mad that he missed it; sure, he knows the basics of how to perform one due to his mother shaping him up to be a summoner, but he's never seen one before. Might as well treat the whole damn thing like a show if people are just going to keep on dying everywhere they go.
Sheena remains quiet the rest of the night while Zelos finishes up by the beach, and, sure enough, once he's done that guy from before fetches them to bring them to their lodgings for the night. It's a fine inn room with two rooms that's being fully paid by the church; and really, that sticks out to Zelos as maybe the only good thing the church has ever done. Zelos flops back on his bed, arms behind his head. He listens as Sheena prepares herself to sleep and thinks. Kilika's temple lies further into the island, so once they're rested here, the two of them will have to make their way in. Today was a distraction from the goal at hand.
And as such, there's still something left unfinished from their boat ride here.
"Sin makes contact with Spira's settlements and people die. People die, and the lands are riddled with pyreflies," he begins reciting into the room, voice blank and yet soft. "Pyreflies are left to fester, fiends are born, and then more people die. It's a vicious cycle. It's not going to stop; or, not until a summoner destroys Sin and brings forth a Calm, at least. Such is the way of Martel." He pauses there, glaring at the ceiling for a few more seconds before slowly turning his head to look at Sheena, the glare turning questioning. He licks dry lips, says, "It's not like the Al Bhed follow the teachings. Despite that, you're really going to go through with it?"
Ok and what's the Fayth in Besaid. Other than Lloyd of course
Just as he'd thought, it takes a few more hours until help from the inland can arrive to them, but soon enough it does, and with that, most of Zelos' field work here is done. All that's left are some official documents and things to take care of after the fact, some messages on behalf of the church to deliver to his mother, blah blah blah, something or another, shit he can't really care about. Easy peasy, it shouldn't take long.
It's already sunset by the time Sheena makes it back to her guardian's side, and with her silence and somber mood Zelos is left wondering if she had trouble with her Sending, or if maybe this is her first. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Zelos is morbidly and pettily kinda mad that he missed it; sure, he knows the basics of how to perform one due to his mother shaping him up to be a summoner, but he's never seen one before. Might as well treat the whole damn thing like a show if people are just going to keep on dying everywhere they go.
Sheena remains quiet the rest of the night while Zelos finishes up by the beach, and, sure enough, once he's done that guy from before fetches them to bring them to their lodgings for the night. It's a fine inn room with two rooms that's being fully paid by the church; and really, that sticks out to Zelos as maybe the only good thing the church has ever done. Zelos flops back on his bed, arms behind his head. He listens as Sheena prepares herself to sleep and thinks. Kilika's temple lies further into the island, so once they're rested here, the two of them will have to make their way in. Today was a distraction from the goal at hand.
And as such, there's still something left unfinished from their boat ride here.
"Sin makes contact with Spira's settlements and people die. People die, and the lands are riddled with pyreflies," he begins reciting into the room, voice blank and yet soft. "Pyreflies are left to fester, fiends are born, and then more people die. It's a vicious cycle. It's not going to stop; or, not until a summoner destroys Sin and brings forth a Calm, at least. Such is the way of Martel." He pauses there, glaring at the ceiling for a few more seconds before slowly turning his head to look at Sheena, the glare turning questioning. He licks dry lips, says, "It's not like the Al Bhed follow the teachings. Despite that, you're really going to go through with it?"