Pyrrha, on the other hand, whistles for her chocobo. It quickly comes running, and she loads one of the remaining men onto its back while hoisting the last one onto her own shoulder.

"Yes. I suppose that's one bright spot."

She smiles back, but does look a little curious.

"If you don't mind my asking, how did your last pair come to be so worn? It's certainly possible to earn enough money as a Hero of Light to replace them before they get into such a state, after all."