To be frank, Duster wasn't sure. He had fought rocket-equipped robots, nigh-indestructible stone statues, golem guardians, cyborg reindeer, half-mechanical men with psychic powers, a horde of ghosts...after all that, battles weren't a frightening aspect of his life. There was a sense of nervousness that came with every major task, but the thought of Ultima WEAPON showing up right on the plains wasn't as frightening an image as he has expected it to be. Maybe it was because he knew that they would pull through. Maybe Duster was still riding on the high of his date. No mater what, he had to remind himself that his was a serious matter.

"What will happen in a few days...it will change everything. I guess I'm nervous what the world will be like when it's all over, but nothing about the fight." Duster had always had difficulty getting emotionally worked up about the future; this was as nervous as he typically could be.