Cecil had given up trying to reassure three of the Warriors of Cosmos that the Warrior of Light was going to be just fine. There was only so much of panicked arguing that one person could handle, and he'd reached his limit rather quickly.
Firion had still kept himself to his room the entire time he'd left, obviously not wanting to be bothered while he dealt with whatever had happened during his scouting tour. Tina was busy trying to make sure the Weapon Master was going to be alright, empathetic enough not to ask about what had happened; it was a bit of a wonder how such a gentle soul could ever have been considered a warrior at all, though his thoughts digressed.
Obviously, Tidus, Bartz, and Zidane had still been slightly panic-stricken as they wondered where the Warrior of Light was, what had happened to Firion while he was out, and worried about the state of the Onion Knight. The youngest Warrior of Cosmos had, apparently, left for his own scouting tour during the fuss. Lastly, Cloud and Squall were stoic as ever; they were able to handle the three panicking ones on their own. All in all, it was the perfect opportunity to sneak away for some much needed quiet time.
His desires for some thinking time lead him to the Valley of the Moon.
Like a couple of the different realms in… whatever world they'd all been taken to, the Valley of the Moon was fairly breathtaking when you weren't fighting. The landscape itself wasn't a whole lot too much look at. It looked just like any old canyon area that was probably in every one of the warriors' home worlds, except for maybe the bluish-black dirt and rocks that composed the ground beneath their feet.
The biggest thing, and the main thing that Cecil just loved to stop and look at for hours on end, was the Earth. It was fairly hard to miss, hanging in the sky like a bright, blue jewel. He'd been sitting on a stone pillar for a few hours, letting his body and mind relax in the silence.
Cecil lightly snapped from his time of daydreaming at the sudden realization. Ever since he'd arrived, there hadn't been a single sound made, other than the gentle winds of the valley and the sounds of his own creation. After being along for so long, it seemed only right that at least Golbeza would have appeared, even for a moment or two; after all, the Valley of the Moon was his preferred battleground.
Cecil picked himself up, giving himself a fairly decent eye view of the surrounding valley. If he had to make a guess as to where his older brother would be, if not busying himself with his own schemes, it was the crashed Airship.
Not many people noticed it, but if one looked hard enough, they could see an Airship resting on the ground about a mile away. Cecil lightly smiled to himself as a memory surfaced; he'd explored the Airship at one time, looking though the damaged structure to see if there was anything worth salvaging. In his exploration, he'd found that one of the rooms had been redecorated by his brother, obviously as the name Golbeza was carved into the wood of the door.
The Warrior of Cosmos couldn't help but be surprised as the room was littered with cushions and blankets, transforming the room from whatever it once was into a very large and comfortable looking bedroom.
If Golbeza was anywhere that he knew of, it was probably there.
Cecil was thankful for the ability of flight from his Paladin side; it made closing the distance between himself and the Airship hardly a bother.
He'd explored the Airship a few more times since his first visit, knowing each corridor and room fairly well. Once he'd landed on the deck, it was hardly a few more minutes before Cecil found himself staring at the door that lead to his brother's makeshift bedroom.
He opened the door, intent in letting himself in. The hand holding his staff loosened, dropping the weapon to the ground as his armor suddenly shifted to the encasing armor of a Dark Knight. The door to the bedroom slammed shut without a second thought, his back pressed against it, heart racing.
Golbeza was inside there, alright. He was also without his signature armor on. In the end, however, the only thing that seemed to cross Cecil's mind, was how something so big could fit into said armor.