Saix seemed deep in thought, his attention caught by the shadows on the sands around them, and his expression painfully serious.

"We have no way of returning to our world," he said, his usual softspoken tone being extra quiet, and the word 'either' lingered at the end of the sentence, even though it was unsaid. "So we're trying to make lives for ourselves here."

They weren't bad lives, and Spira wasn't a bad world. Saix missed home, missed the Garden, but not enough to put this world at risk in order to obtain it. There was enough on Spira to be worth protecting.

Saix turned, finally, and looked at Lea, a question in his expression as he said, "I expect you too will be able to find your own niche, given time, and some help." The statement was directed at Fang, but the question on his face, directed at Lea, was a much more simple, 'With us?'