And of course everything's gone straight to hell. Two people running off, half the group losing their damned minds, and this is probably his fault to boot. Somebody has to take charge.

Kuja snaps his fingers, making a spark. There's nothing major to it, just a very loud bang. "Listen to me. The next person to run off on their own can expect to be struck in the backside with a Thunder spell. Whatever this is is tearing us all to pieces and we haven't even made it ten feet into the damned forest! Order of business the first: as a group, we collect Tidus and then Pidge." He pulls out his Slate, exchanges Black Mage for White Mage. "Anybody capable of White Magic, with me. Clear this damned Mist."