"Yeah, I mean, I thought that, but--" Adding another person to the mix was only making this more of a headache, and the marshal rubbed at his forehead with one of his robotic gloves.

"But see, the thing is, I don't remember any moogle comin' to me about this. I mean, after I got sick things got a little fuzzy, but..."

He suddenly trailed off, eyes narrowing. Things were coming into focus now. He had gotten sick. Very sick. He was even bedridden a day or two before... before what? Didn't Red just say something about people dying?

Sparks turned that suspicious look to the others. "Reckon I know who's bein' controlled, here", he said carefully.