Karakael sits on the parapet, hands resting loosely on his knees, the perfect picture of nonchalance.

Never mind that it is only a picture, and behind the mask he's biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing himself not to call out or struggle against the barrier. Damn Vara. Kefka was right there, hurting himself and there was nothing Karakael could do to stop him...

"You're right. All things die. Its a fact of the universe, and you alone won't change it."