Just as quickly as things had escalated, they seemed to come to a sudden end, as the empress finally fell. The opinions on her fate reminded him all too much of the message board Mishima had managed once upon a time. Funny, he thought— spinning on his heel as his hands found the pockets of his summoner's coat— how far away that all seemed, now.

He retreated just slightly, to turn and watch the Eidolon battle above, then glanced down at Alexander's sheen underfoot. Overall, he felt a sense of victory, at least. He wouldn't have to die in this place— there was still a chance they could all go home one day. Still a chance he could see everyone again...

With that hopeful feeling, looked down at the crystal in his hand again, thinking of how they would have never stood a chance without the Legendary Eidolons. Without the gift the heroes that had come before had given them...

"Thank you..." he said quietly, smiling to himself.