Their number of nuisances have thankfully trickled down, at least in the still living department, with the one that had been carrying the blade finished by the villager it had been pestering (after being knocked aside).

Tidus scans the area to be sure, and he doesn't see much life than in the people. Looks back at Ignis, letting out a comfortable exhale as he rolls the arm that the guy had healed earlier.

"Oh yeah? What for?" Oh- "That one of the kids?"

Kids from the island or someone from the train. Whichever of the two.