Eight's attention followed Tidus as he saw the ones snagged in the weeds. She frowned. Yes, those were targets: opponents to be destroyed so as to continue the mission... but she couldn't help but pity them. What sort of worthless owner would allow their tools to be left unattended and left to rot?

"For their sake, I hope so." Would she find out they were otherwise, she would have no end of terrible things to say to them. Better that they were incapacitated... or dead. Anything but neglectful.