Truly, there was a stretch of time as Glorfindel gave Tidus's eulogy that the boy's face had drooped in a look of utter despair. There was even a groan--!

But then it stops as soon as it started, as Glorfindel continues and hope can be returned. Or some sort of impassioned zest as Tidus warns, "I wouldn't underestimate these kids. You thought that mission was hard? You haven't seen anything yet!"

He turns on his heels, "Time to meet the real final bosses!" thrown out with the same feigned foreboding as the rest before it. And their targets are easy to spot in the distance, some even already watching the pair and waving their hands impatiently for their attention. Or Tidus's, currently. What's taking him so long?!

It's a small collection of kids however, about eight or nine, some distracted by a hard, coconut-like fruit they kick around on the sand with minimal success. A few keep playing while the others get excited by the approaching pair, one not holding back in gasping and pointing at Glorfindel. 'He's shiiining!'

Welcome to kid land, Glorfindel.