Paine handled the take off significantly better this time around, though she still felt like her stomach had been sucked out through her spinal cord. After a half-hour or so, she grew bored. She kept an eye on the navigation console, but mainly continued to study the history and charts of the different worlds she'd never known existed. Leon was sure she'd grow tired of it eventually, but an hour passed, then two, and still she showed no signs of stopping her newly found education. Leon, personally wasn't fond of reading, sitting still for long periods of time, or for that matter, being trapped alone on a ship with a person he was growing increasingly intolerant of. He chanced a sidelong glance at her. Words and pictures reflected off her face, in her scarlet eyes, her mouth moving silently, forming the words she saw on the screen.

He knew she had questions, probably many and all very pertinent. Questions like: How long ago has it been since you visited that planet? Why were you there in the first place? She probably wanted to know why he had robbed the treasury. But most off all, she probably wanted to know about the girl, and-even more important than that-what he'd done with and to her. Valid questions. Questions he had no intention of answering. He had all but held his breath, waiting for the interrogation to start, but Paine remained mercifully quiet. And there were other kinds of questions. He remembered the way her face had lit up, eyes wide when she found out that the ship had been repaired in so little amount of time. The marriage of magic and technology was old news to him, he was use to its many benefits but she obviously had never come in contact with the 'special stuff' he used to fix the damaged engine. Oh, well, he had no plan to enlighten her anytime soon. Better to just let her think he did it himself.

The ship settled into a comfortable quiet, the only sound the hum of the engines. Leon heard Paine murmuring under her breath,

"…and when the final battle was fought, the only-"

"How many systems have you covered?" Leon asked, sardonically.

"…victor was-Four-the good forces of…"

Leon did some quick calculations in his head. That was over 40 worlds! And his histories were pretty detailed. He was ready to let the matter go, but she suddenly stopped and asked,

"Who decides which side is good and which side is evil?" Leon blinked at her.

"It's usually pretty obvious. The people going around torching defenseless villages and slaughtering innocent people are generally considered evil. The ones who fight against them, who fight for justice and peace…they're thought to be the good guys."

Paine looked away, unsatisfied. She remembered the stories Yuna had told her, especially about her namesake, Yunalesca. She thought she'd been doing the right thing. Had she been evil? What about Sin? Surely everyone would agree that Sin was the most evil force Spira had ever seen, but…what about those that became Sin? Were they also evil, though they had little choice in their actions? What about Shu-No, she wouldn't think about him.

Leon saw Paine shudder involuntarily, crossing her arms over her stomach, as if remembering an old wound, never fully healed.

"I don't…I don't think it's as black and white as that."

Leon leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out above his head.

"Sure it is. Good is good and evil is evil, there's no two ways about it." Paine sighed in exasperation, she obviously wasn't getting through. The Machina war flashed through her head.

"But what if…what if two cities were fighting, both for something they truly believed was right, both thinking the other was at fault. Wouldn't the victor be able to declare who had been the real heroes?"

Leon looked puzzled.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at."

Paine leaned forward.

"Once…a long, long time ago, on my world, there were two cities: Bevelle and Zanarkand. Zanarkand was the capital of Spira, the center of commerce, trade, entertainment, everything. It was completely dependent on machina…machines, technology, and it sparkled and shone in its state of perpetual night. Bevelle thought that depending on machina like that…not being self-sufficient was destructive and unwise. A war began. Bevelle sent its forces: Crusaders, Summoners, and Guardians…against the machines of Zanarkand. Families were separated, split down the middle. Sides were taken, friend turning against friend. Countless died." She fell silent.

"What happened?" Leon asked quietly. Paine looked up at him, and he was surprised by the look in her eyes, a mix of fear and anger.

"Sin." She said simply. Then she laughed, bitterly.

"Sin was such a big problem the Machina War seemed petty. Zanarkand was completely destroyed. Bevelle claimed that the coming of Sin was because of Zanarkand's love of machina and their unpeaceful attitude. From then on, for a long time, machina was banned. But had Zanarkand really done anything wrong? Anyway, a thousand years passed. Then...things changed." She quieted again, but when Leon pressed her, he was met with only resolute silence.

A few moments passed, and neither had made much effort to move. Both were exhausted from their adventures, and besides, there was really no where to go. The ship grew cold in the depths of space and Paine shivered. Leon stood up and disappeared for a moment into the hatch. When he returned he was carrying a blanket, pulled out from one compartment or another. He held it out to Paine. Tentatively, she took it from him, with no fanfare, or thanks. He sat down in the Pilots chair and turned it from autopilot to manual.

After a while, Paine broke the silence again.

"So are you going to tell me how you got that scar on your face?" she asked, easily. He glanced at her, then back into space.

"Occupational hazard," was all he said. Paine smiled, before a thought occurred to her, and she got up to move closer to the Captain's seat. Leon seemed to have forgotten that she was there, because when she put her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, he started violently. She jerked her hand away as if it had been burning.

"Uh-sorry. I was just wondering…" her voice trailed off for a moment, but she collected herself. She'd never been the kind to wilt or back down.

"Can you teach me how to drive this ship?"

Leon raised an eyebrow, though whether in offense or amusement, she couldn't tell.

"I'm a very adept pilot on our airships, but I don't think it's anything like this. If you should be incapacitated for some reason, I may need to get us out, and I'd like to be confident in my flying skills."

He stared at her in his unfathomable way, while inwardly, his brain was scrambling for an excuse not to let her learn. But, curse it! Her reasoning made sense. If for some reason he should be unable to pilot, she would need to. On the other hand, the idea of her at the controls of his beautiful ship…

"We'll see," he finally replied. She nodded, that seeming to be enough for her. She left, disappearing into the cargo area. He stared at the empty doorway for a while before turning around, rubbing his face. His concern wasn't even her abilities, which he really didn't doubt existed. But his was a very special ship. To pilot it, you had to know its name. Her name. He would have to tell Paine her name. And try as he might, Leon just didn't think he could do that.