Vaan had been injured before. On Ivalice and during the Conflict. But never to quite this extent, where a friend had attacked him and then abandoned him. He'd seen the tears in her eyes, the shock on her face that surely matched his own. He couldn't move, his vision swimming as the pain clouded his mind and he shivered against the mess of pots and dirt, his outstretched hand falling as he quickly grew weaker as his blood flowed.

"T-Terra...?" He called in vain, but he heard nothing aside from frantic flutters of...something? His moogle? Her moogle? Vaan didn't know, his eyes fixated on a spot of one of the broken pots next to his face. "Terra-?!"