Garland goes down. It's underwhelming, almost, how he simply... vanishes. There's no fanfare, no sense of some great evil being vanquished, merely a figure that drops into the clouds below and does not rise again, leaving the airship deck quiet once more.

Far below, Snow reaches Kuja. It was probably not the most intelligent plan, following him overboard, but now that they're here, an unconscious genome and a falling demon, what else is there to do?

The clouds of memory surge upwards as they fall, filling the air with the stench of rain and smoke and blood, threatening to swallow them up- but their progress is halted, as a gloved hand seizes Snow's own, arresting both their falls.

"Hey. Need a lift?"