Ramza is also determined to see this meeting through to the end. He still cannot understand what Palitutu hopes to gain from this confrontation. Perhaps answers await, or perhaps only bloodshed. The end result does not excuse him from being here.

His cowlick stubbornly fights to remain upright in the rain. The rest of his blond hair is plastered down against his head, and his light freelancer's armor is repelling only some of the rain. Strapped to his side is a shining sword. The great Excalibur...?

"I think it will not be long now." It is an uneasy wait, and Ramza can only hope that the Heroes will not respond in haste and poor judgment when their foe finally arrives. One should always hope for the best, even when it seems impossible.