Having spent almost the entire morning in the cold, Edgar finally decided it was time to address his groaning middle. It was hard enough to focus as he thumbed through the coupon book without his stomach doing flips: he was shivering, but still felt tremendous heat radiating from within him. The attempt at a nap on a park bench hadn't helped his
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"Right. There has to be a way. So long as you're willing to stick through the long haul and accept that this is going to take some time, then you'll be all right." There was no way of knowing how much longer they would be stuck here. It could be a year, it could be more than that. They might be lucky and it would be less. This was the longest that Guy and his friends had been stuck in one dilemma like this, but he wasn't going to let that scare him. They were stronger than this.
It seemed that Battler wasn't so set on the idea of escape, though. Even if he'd just made a vague comment, Guy had gone through this conversation enough times to know what the redhead was getting at. "And it might not be escape. It might be a way to shut them down, a way to return people's powers, or some sort of technology that can send us all home. I'm not really sure what I'm looking for, but it's just easier to call it escape."
Because in the end, that was what everyone wanted: to go home. If they were able to tear down this military and whatever was backing it before that, then all the better. Guy just didn't know if they would be capable of that. On the other hand, he and his friends had stopped Van from destroying the world, so he wasn't about to say that anything was impossible. Just close to it, maybe.
Either way, his pasta was delicious, and Guy paused for a moment to continue eating the spaghetti and the seafood with it. He'd have to remember to come back to this place next trip.
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As for the rest, there were a few things he could have said in return, but before he could really entertain them, something in what he was saying distracted him enough to make him forget about the subject completely. "Um, sorry, but. Powers....?" Was he hearing that right...?
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Guy had mentioned it without even thinking, seeing how it was common knowledge for most people here. Battler was new, so Guy should have at least considered that he might not know, but it hadn't even crossed his mind. Then again, things like Artes and the Score probably seemed magical to people not from Auldrant, so it was all a matter of perspective, wasn't it?
"Ahh, yeah, sorry. Powers. A lot of people had some sort of ability that they could do before coming here, whether it's healing wounds or being able to light monsters on fire." He was seriously dumbing this down, but it seemed like that might be the best choice for someone who was only now being exposed to the idea. "But upon coming here, those powers are either weakened or taken away entirely. To make things harder, I guess." He didn't see why the military would want to keep those dampeners in place, but it was probably to make sure that they didn't all combine their strength and bust out of here.
"If you're that used to being able to do something and suddenly you can't, well..." It could feel like being crippled. It was a good thing that Guy didn't need Artes to fight. His sword would do him just fine.
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