The first night on the surface world, none of them are comfortable. It's obvious in their eyes, their demeanors. Even Ingus, whose eyes are normally steadfast and strong, display a wariness that was not thee before. No matter how many monsters they had to face on the floating continent, however strong the bad guys might have been, none of them have ever truly been afraid.
And to think, this is their home.
No matter Cid had told them, Arc can't quite believe this was where they hailed from. All of them - Luneth and Ingus and Refia, and even Cid himself. It doesn't feel like home; doesn't feel like anything beyond a huge, almost frightening world that they have to save. And for a brief second, anger flares in Arc's heart; that they've been so displaced by the crystals and this entire saving the world thing, but it dies down just as quickly. He rarely gets angry; years of teasing from the kids or Ur have taught him how to deal with anger. And it's not the fault of the crystals, or of anything, really. It just is. The earthquake happened, and the forces of darkness started taking over, and they were picked, probably because of the fact that they were from this surface world. It's just how life goes.
At least, that's how life went for the heroes.
Arc's lips twist slightly, wry amusement obvious on his face. He never expected to be one of the heroes.
