Braska stared at the boy in confusion. What was his fault? Seymour had done all of this, hadn't he? It was his fault that this creature was doing this, not the boy's.

He shook his head. "I cannot claim to understand what you are feeling at the moment, but you cannot simply stand there. Please, you are in danger!" he quickly insisted.

It was as he turned his head to respond to Auron that he caught the flash of light out of the corner of his eye, and Braska immediately pulled Ivan with him as he dove out of the way. He watched as the Firaga went overhead and let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

Inside... They had to get inside. Would he have to bring the boy along?