By the end of the speech, there were smiles--one significantly smaller than the other--on Braska and Auron's faces. Braska leaned in a little closer to Auron. "I told you to have faith in him. He sounds like a fine leader," he whispered, nodding for emphasis.

Auron had to admit the speech hadn't sounded that bad. Though considering the leadership Jecht's son showed, it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. And at least he was there to help the other man plan things through (something he knew was not the blitzball player's strong point). "Better than I thought," he agreed.

Braska took a look around the gathered crowd. "And he does have a point. Look at all these people, Auron. We may have a chance!" He turned his gaze upward at the painted sky and chuckled to himself. "Even if this is dangerous... It isn't as though they don't already know who some of us are, right?"

Auron didn't respond, looking straight ahead. You could say he'd grown too pessimistic over the years, but he was willing to give this a shot.

After all, the two of them had a point.