[What may have just been fabricated memories had done their part in helping the dream-driven pirate to mature (if even just a little bit), aiding in digesting the information Ramza presents as opposed to it flying untethered in one ear and out the other. A slow nod of his head sways as he continues to eat, mulling over the different points in news that he'd previously dismissed as unimportant business.]

More heroes. No rush to see them. I'd rather make sure the Bloom, Pakku, and the others are doing okay.

[He looks at his hands with a dissatisfied gaze, chewing to one side of his lips as his eyes narrow in remorse.]

Times like this I wish I knew how to write better, or knew where Pakku was.