"Huh," Emeralda seemed to think that over as she looked up at the WEAPON fragment also. It was hard to really understand, in a way, just because time back home, for as spread out and nuts as it was, was actually pretty well known. Even if the details were lost, everyone knew when Zeboim was, or the first age...

"So it could actually be older than you!" Her moogle chimed in, and Emeralda laughed softly.

"Not many things older than me," she said, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the display. That was probably frowned upon, right? "But what they fight that need so big weapon?"

It was hard to tell if she was asking Morag, or just the universe.