Kairo Kaizoku Conquest; Art of Phantom

T. was... More or less, already feeling the strain of the Phantom's synchronization with him alongside Tear's and the Pumpkinheart's. They all had a piece inside of his Soul that were necessary in its development and composition, and without them, he would not be who he was as a complete being, but... Getting used to them and how they did things was difficult. "... How Long...?" he muttered in a tone as stern as his unsmiling face, "... Must We Do This...?" Of course, the Phantom would know to what exactly T. was referring to... Even in spite of his choice lack of specifics on the matter. "Will My Soul... Crush Them All...?" The weight of the Gravity that was akin to it, unlocked by the Hidden Blood harbored by the L'sia, yet kept at bay by the very eyes used to lock that Gravity securely in place was already getting to him. It was heavy, the burden on his heart... Even if he enjoyed the intensity and the incredible, almost sensual pressure, he wasn't fond of the atmosphere it brought when he became distraught. He saw it when he handled Tzita the way he did; what that built up pressure was like when he released even a speck of it in concentration, as what his Restriction was training him to do. "... What... Is Our Purpose In This...?"

T. stood there, eyes fixed to the ground and a very stern look upon his face, as if he were in pain, yet emotionless, and feeling everything all at once. "... I... Don't Know How I Feel." There were many new feelings that were not yet understood, but were too complex to be lashed out upon. Instead, they were being rather immediately critically assessed... Though, apparently, he was only able to see and feel a small portion of it at a time instead of all at once. It must have been overwhelming, but the Sealing Eye was keeping it held back. "..." There were many things he witnessed, as well as that he felt, from a great deal of people within the Veritas all at once; each and every one of them. He felt a great pain crying out in the edge of the land, and his Eyes were keeping him from acting out in destruction about it. "... Is This... The Weight...?" It was heavy, but now it seemed like he was the one who had to hold up the weight of this world, for the sake of his children.

"..." He already knew what to do, from the first lesson. "... Go Get Them." Just send 'The Phantom' and things get Handled. "... Don't Let Her Shed A Single Tear." He narrowed his eyes, marking out his target with a 'Crystal Gleam' from his eyes and locking onto it indefinitely with the 'Sealing Eye' "I Leave The Rest Up To You." He turned around and continued on his business, already confirmed on the fact that it got done. Still. He couldn't help but clench his chest, feeling the pains of the 'Crystal Heart.' He stared blindly at the ground for a moment or two, completely lost in 'Deep Thought.'

"Kuja...?" that name was like a fond memory in his ear... One that would take him all the way until the Phantom's return when the Veritas was stabilized again. T. went through his memories, thinking of the days where he first even recognized 'Kuja' in a video game he played, as well as when that same strange man came to the Dusk to help guide Khrona. "... Was that... Me...?" He thought, trying to figure out if he somehow became that man and went into the past to guide Khrona to the future to ensure that those events happened as they did. He felt like he wouldn't put it past himself. "But, if I'm Kuja... How did I get back to that time period before I was even here...?" Perhaps, something he'd have to ask the Phantom upon his return, whenever that may be.

T. was silent for a while, still thinking deeply about this whole Kuja business, as well as B. and wondering about her, but the pain within him seemed to subside rather quickly and quietly once the Phantom had kept the Veritas from falling apart. Perhaps, by simply collateral alone, he resolved that issue before it became one and kept T. from having to feel anything further. Yet, he still missed her, even if he was just with her not too long ago.

"... No. I'm just brooding," he admitted, knowing that his emotions were just getting the best of him. "About the Kuja thing and... B. I wanted to know how I even became Kuja, or how I got back to that time period where he first appeared before you..." He lowered his head, nearly going back into thoughtful contemplation on the matters. It was only natural for him to do so.

T. remained quiet as he listened to the Phantom, who seemed genuinely concerned and wanting to help. T. was lost somewhere in between being concerned and not really feeling anything at all. Something like apathy, yet total contentedness and peacefulness at the same time. His offer almost made T. want to smile. "... Yes. If you believe that is best." Personally, T. agreed with it, as well. For some reason, he felt like the both of them probably needed it.