[action in goug | for tidus (for now!) | backdated to 26th-ish]
[It's been a long a week, and Jecht's had a lot of time to think: about many things. First is the giant box in the sky that somewhat shadowed his and his son's steps as they set off down the Outer Continent; what that could mean. Then, there was the blast and the posts on their network: that hadn't boded too well.
But, as well as thinking about all of that, there were the other things. Being on Gaia in the first place. Being alive. Seeing his son, in the flesh, again. The prospect of seeing those who had brought him down... those who had fought alongside once... those he had once knew. It had been a weight on his mind.
And now, he was in Goug, looking off into the early morning light, to the distant shoreline. They were here, and they couldn't keep moving, due to what was happening in the Mist Continent. And now he had a lot of time to think.
And speak to Tidus, too. They were overly due a long talk.]
But, as well as thinking about all of that, there were the other things. Being on Gaia in the first place. Being alive. Seeing his son, in the flesh, again. The prospect of seeing those who had brought him down... those who had fought alongside once... those he had once knew. It had been a weight on his mind.
And now, he was in Goug, looking off into the early morning light, to the distant shoreline. They were here, and they couldn't keep moving, due to what was happening in the Mist Continent. And now he had a lot of time to think.
And speak to Tidus, too. They were overly due a long talk.]