"But I am Guardian! I have the responsibility to protect, yes?" He scowled in confusion, but he did slow, even as Harris kept right on jogging after the Summoner. The walk back this time was much more leisurely overall, bereft of the need to hurry and save lives. Chiron stayed with Amal during the walk, appreciating the sights and the ruins as they went. He had learned the history first when he'd come to this land, about the war with Zanarkand and the punishment visited upon the grand city of technology for their audacity. That had never made much sense to him. This Yevon, this god, why would he resent his creations for their own creativity? Why punish them for the use of these 'machina'?<br/><br/>He had learned of the Al Bhed, too, so-called heathens with pretty eyes and supposedly loose morals. He didn't think it was right to judge a people based on their belief, but he had witnessed it firsthand. Spira had many issues, even during peacetime. He rested his arm on his sword's grip as he walked with the mage and turned his mind away from the grim topic, back toward lighter things. "So, did I execute well what you taught me?" he asked her, grinning brightly over at the little magician. "I try to remember what you tell me--be as fire, be as ice, be as thunder! Swing with the purpose, yes? Strike true and without hesitance!"<br/><br/>As they reached the beach Ethan's memory was jogged. He glanced over at Harris as he tucked his lance back into its spot on his back. "When we first arrived the Besaid team was here, right? The Aurochs? I don't imagine the timing was great for a tryout, but did you manage to get one all the same?"