"So why isn't Sin knocking down a few temples, no?"

They shrug. "Maybe the world would be better if it did."

"I'll agree with you there. I think they might put more effort into properly ending Sin."

"Yeah..."

"You...haven't heard how Sin is destroyed, have you?"

They shrug, awkward and perhaps a little ashamed.

"No, no, do not feel bad. I can't imagine the filth who thought they owned you would care to give you that information."

They shrug again. "All I needed to know about Yevon was that I wasn't-" they cut off.

"They were wrong. Whatever cruelty they spouted, they were wrong. I swear to you."

That gets that half-amused snort again. "You're very sure of that for someone who barely knows me."

"I suppose you could say, I was you. Maybe not so literally, but I have been owned by people who didn't care for me, only what I could do for them."

Masque makes a quiet sound, that might be sympathy, but doesn't seem to know what to say.

"I want you to know that even though we may only travel together for a short time, you are not beholden to stay. Or listen to me. Or even like me. You are free."

-There's an impression of a thin smile. "I was predisposed to like you after you helped me back there."

"Oh, that was nothing. Practising skills that Yevon would rather I didn't have."

"Always wise to keep your skills well practiced."

"Especially when one believes they had to travel alone."

Masque gives an agreeing hum.

"How did you learn to move the way that you do?"

Head tilt. "How do you mean?"

"Your skill with knives is exemplary. Not many could make me pause."

"-Huh. I- It's instinct really? What feels right?"

"Your instincts had you fight that way?"

"Give or take."

“That is incredible. I had a great many teachers, and I barely beat you.”