Looking up at Jack, a firm nod follows his question. The feathers at the ends of the young thief's braids bouncing along. "Uh huh. It's fine." What was one more memorial to a Spiran? Even if it was for someone who made the Al Bhed's soul shiver.

"It's just that." Blonde brows furrow down in frustration, because it's strange to say -- but worse to think about. "Even if it is true..."

"I doubt something like death could stop someone like Kalki."