[The two pieces of his sword gleam in the sun, both of them slick with seawater and mottled with sand. He turns to face him, as unamused as before. If he’s affected by being labeled ‘dead weight’, it doesn’t show on his features, kept stoic if not continually unimpressed.]

So you plan on using me to earn yourself a bit of gil.

[Gil… do they still use gil in this place? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. He gestures at Luka with a raise of a half-blade.]

I hope you realize that isn’t a permanent solution. My priority is learning what’s happened to me, and to return home. And you can tell your friends that, if you need to.

[The kojin, he means.]