Ramza pulled off one of his gloves. His hands were calloused and scarred, as any warrior's would be, but the exposed skin did not have the blisters and cracks of someone who had been intensely training for the weeks in a row.

"I split my knuckles open on a training post yesterday. Our bodies do not retain... but our minds do. Strength training would be pointless, but learning techniques proves worthwhile."

He pulled his glove back on, preferring the protection the accessory offered.

"I hope you are right. I just wish we knew whether it would come to end with our intervention, or if it is something that must be waited out."