"I'll go out with a quip too, just to really annoy you."

"I don't doubt it."

Zveran waves an airy hand in a kind-of salute. 

He turns his attention back to the complicated light-puzzle. "There has got to be a way to cheat this."

"-Could go and see if there's a switch on the other side?"

"I seriously doubt they'd let it be that simple, but why not? Go ahead!"

And off Aten goes to try that.

...Apparently it is, in fact, that simple.

Zveran feels that through the bond, and laughs. Sarcastically, and maybe a little bitterly, but laughs. 

"Wow. There is apparently nothing genuine about Yevon," he says, mock-surprised, to Masque.

"Are we actually surprised by that?"

"Considering the events of today, definitely not." 

Through the bond, he sends an affirmative to Aten to hit the switch.

And he does.

He swings his pack on, and stands, maybe a little wobbly but mostly okay. He heads out onto the now solid, unmoving path. 

"-I can't even blaspheme without it feeling wrong. Yet another thing stolen from me."

Masque follows. "We can figure out some other satisfying way to swear."

"Perhaps I'll just stick with the classics. 'Fuck' has never let me down."

"I've found that occasionally people take that as an invitation, but you aren't wrong."

He looks back over his shoulder at them, and winks. 

He then jumps onto the last platform, and crosses it, heading into the opulent Chamber of the Fayth. 

Yup, there's definitely eye-rolling going on as Masque follows him.

Also some sneering at the opulence.

"Is there a tenant of Yevon that says the Bevelle temple must be gaudy to the point of ridiculousness?" He sneers. 

He then regards the swaying pink feather/curtain. "Right. Well. See you in a few. If I don't die." 

He slips his pack off and makes his way in.

"I think we'd all rather you didn't die."

Zveran looks back, smiling at them. "I love you too, Masque." 

He disappears behind the curtain. 

-What?

Masque shakes themself, and settles in to wait.

A long time passes, and there's a worrying flicker in Aten's mind-

-but then Zveran's consciousness comes back, feeling a little bit stronger than before.

Unfortunately, there is a sound from the Cloister beyond. A lot of feet.

"We have trouble coming!" Masque calls.

The priests come into the room, pointing machina at Masque. 

A couple of Black Mages walk to the front and prepare ice spells, glaring Aten down.