[ The Blight is spreading at an alarming rate. Gav sees all too often how more and more land falls to the endless, lifeless black. Lands he scouted only months, weeks before becoming vast nothingness.

He knows that Clive and Joshua need to do what they need to do. But it doesn't mean he has to like it.

Gav tries to push those feelings of worry deep down inside. He tries to ignore that clawing unease in his gut. But he knows all too well that his instincts about things are usually right.

Still, he does his best to put a bright smile on for Joshua, giving him a nudge with his shoulder. ]

Would you look at that... gives us hope for the future, aye? Mebbe one day the whole world will bloom just as beautiful...

[ He slows his steps. He knows he has to meet these new folks, needs to win them over for when he takes on the name of Cid but well, he's never been great at the whole delegations or leader type things. He's a scout and a damn good one. He's no leader. Otto or Tarja would be far better than him.

What if he fails? What if he lets down the Hideaway?

Eventually his steps come to a complete halt. How long can he put this off? Is it too late to flee? ]