Firion nodded and stepped down the staircase, keeping to the side to run his fingers along the wall in case he needed the support as he listened to Rich. So a very powerful being was behind all this called the Time Trapper? The crass language reminded him of Jecht though, and he suddenly missed his friends. But he was also glad they were not caught up in all this as well, and hoped they made it home safely. His homeworld friends would simply need to wait a little longer for his return, it seemed.

He sighed, although grateful for the added support he felt around his shoulders.

"I see. Beings with power seem to like to draws others in, don't they?" Not that he blamed Cosmos, but he did have a home he wanted to return to. "What's his reason?"

They always had a reason, he felt. Whether they be Gods or corrupt rulers. Evil mages or traitorous soldiers. They always had a reason for it, right?