He stares at the spot the moogle has been. What the hell? Shiro rises to his feet and slides his spear into the straps on his back. The fight is over.

‘You’re a nuisance.’

The words stick in his head. He files them away for later. “Let’s get back to the others and regroup. These moogles might have a lead we can follow if we put everything they’ve said together.” He moves to help anyone that needs help getting to their feet. A lead would be good.

There’s too many shadows and too many questions.