The Inquestor is watching the field. That distance in his eyes that appears when he dissociates is back and he doesn't even flinch when Kefka's knuckles slit.

No, what he sees the way the field bucks under the blows and the way the red runs in certain way. Ah. His hands tense over a certain space.

"Then hit here. I dare you to find a that will stick. If I was gone it would be better for both of us, right?"