I get it. [ If he takes a moment to think about it, and then even then, barely that long- ] ...You know, I didn't know how to fight. Or use magic, or any of that stuff you said about feeling bad about. Before I showed up in Spira... I just played sports. That's who I was, what I did -- I was a blitzball player. And a good one! But- fighting fiends, travelling every day, all that stuff? It was hard. I was surrounded by people who'd had to grow up fighting just to survive, and to be honest...

I mean, there's no lying: I wasn't great at it. Everyone had to watch my back, and Yuna was healing me all the time. [ There's some humour as he admits it, underneath the tale. A humour that he picks up as he holds out a hand over the table. ]

You know? Zanarkand got attacked, and the guy with me said, [ in a gruff voice: ] 'I hope you know how to use it'.

Can you believe it? [ pah! ] I never saw a sword in person 'til then! He was outta his mind!

[ An exaggeration, but his point still stands!! ]