"Okay, true, I guess I understand that," Brigitte muses, thinking back on her own adventures. Taking down criminal gangs was a seemingly cut-and-dried affair, but it was harder to swing her flail at a human who bled red, compared to a faceless robot who just went down in a shower of sparks. "The man I travelled with, he was obsessed with finding a dragon to fight someday. The closest we ever got was a gang called the Dragons, though."

"I like Rinoa," she adds after a pause, as if to try and puncture that wistfulness that's sunk in between them. "I met her a week ago, at the new year's party? She's really nice."