There was a brief break in her expression, hearing that. After all she'd put her guardians through -- it still warmed her heart to know that they didn't want to abandon them. Especially you, Rikku. she thought to herself, as her eyes washed over the place where Yuffie stood.

"Don't worry, go," her voice was strong, confident. She wasn't going to let them win, not anymore. Now was the time to carve her own path... shape her own story.

"This is foolish," Seymour interjected, still with that air of superiority about him, despite his disapproval. "If you fall, you'll die."

Glaring at the maester, Yuna's brow furrowed and she lifted her arm to drag it across her lips, a disgusted noise sounding from her with the gesture, as Seymour smiled smugly, looking on.

"Don't worry," Yuna spoke only to her guardians again, choosing not to respond to Seymour at all, "I can fly..."