As if a part of me was just torn from me.
… I suppose I deserve to be punished for the things I’ve done. Or haven’t… I could have helped them. I could have saved them.
When the Warrior encounters two of his comrades, he was worried to find both rather distraught. Cecil had told him that Firion had run off on his own headed for the enemy’s lair alone. Firion had something precious of his stolen. Without hesitation he asks which in direction the fighter had ran off.
“Let us join you!” Cecil eagerly offered. The Warrior raises a calm hand to refrain him and Tidus from following.
“No, leave this to me. You must attend other duties.” he tells them.
The Warrior had promised Cecil that he would look after Firion once they have separated their ways. He only hopes that he would not be too late to save his fellow comrade. His heart beat against his chest at the sinking feeling of not getting there in time. He prays to the goddess that no harm would befall his friend. “Firion… I pray that I am not too late.”
-studied the lady a bit- You carry a staff with you, and you look powerful too.
Oh yeah. I apologize, my name if Firion.