Richard inclines his head slightly. "I understand."

So they are not completely without healing items, but still dangerously low. The tension in the air is easily felt, a thin line drawn tight, and weary dread seeps into him. Yes, the words of his comrades are beautiful and noble, but they cannot hope to stand around exchanging ideals forever. Eventually, something will snap, and he's willing to account for the very real possibility that it's going to be one of their necks. Yunalesca is already in a position to attack them, and unless Rikku, Gwen, and the others succeed in changing her mind, she has a distinct advantage, hovering in the air with each of them well within range.

'She must have some reason for doing this... I can't believe anyone would want to have her comrades killed!'

Yes, it's flawed logic, surely... But to her it must be truth. That it's better to...give in now and die peacefully than continue to suffer knowing that...that they're dead.

'Then, we just need for her to see our truth. To see that there's a different way!'

He takes a few slow strides towards Chelsea to make sure the girl isn't badly harmed, gaze flickering warily up at Yunalesca.

"Hope isn't the same as acceptance of what is. Hope is believing in something better and having the courage to reach for it."