Fang: How old are you?

Hopeless: Fourteen...

Fang: I had my first brand almost a millennia ago. Thanks to the fal'cie I can't remember a thing. A thousand years later, I was working with this dick. -points to Cid :|-

Hopeless: ..ugh

L'cie Chorus: I can feel nothing at all (x2)

L'cie Brigadier: L'cie Market

Hopeless: A little bit of style?

L'cie Chorus:

L'cie Brigadier: And a fal'cie pressing it into your skin is a form of flattery~

Nabaat So Sweet: Brigadier~ Brigadier~

L'cie Brigadier: And Nabaat So Sweet is addicted to the power

Hopeless: Addicted to the power?

L'cie Chorus: Addicted to the power!

L'cie Brigadier: And addicted to the power

Nabaat So Sweet: Brigadier (x2)

L'cie Chorus: It's clean

L'cie Brigadier: It's takes you there (x2)

Nabaat So Sweet: I can't feel nothing at all

L'cie Brigadier: -whistles-

Hopeless: Hey that's Psicom's--..

Nabaat So Sweet: Who did that?!

L'cie Brigadier: -points to Hopeless :l-

Nabaat So Sweet: So you think you got heart?

Hopeless: I don't think nothing at all.

Nabaat So Sweet: So you think Yaag has pride?

Hopeless: What are you talking about?

L'cie Brigadier: Yaag's contract's got some mighty fine print

Hopeless: Mighty fine print?

L'cie Chorus: Mighty... fine... print

L'cie Brigadier: And that mighty fine print puts Yaag in a mighty fine predicament