[Ramza comes up slowly on the group. He is armed to the teeth and wearing his armor, preparing himself for the type of battle he is accustomed to. He does not like the idea of fighting against comrades. He has had to in the past, and it never gets any easier. Maybe it is cowardice that leads him to the area Snow is guarding. He has not met Snow yet. It will make it easier to do what needs to be done, should a fight break out.

He takes his place on the front line, hand on the hilt of one of the swords strapped to his side.]