"They must love you."

"They find me heretical and problematic, and yet they need me quite desperately. I wouldn't have it any other way."

That gets an amused snort as they look up to the sky. "The day's getting on. I imagine you have places you need to be."

Zveran doesn't want to leave them on their own, but they aren't wrong. He has a long journey along the Highroad.

"What will you do?"

Shrug. "I guess the same thing I was already doing."

"Robbing people for bare essentials?"

"It's worked so far."

"There's another way for you to get the essentials."

Scepticism.

"You could come with me. As a summoner, temples have to supply me and my guardians."

Silence.

"I've already told you I'm not going to pay you back."

"You don't have to pay me anything. I go up to a temple, with you, they have to resupply you. Then we can part ways, if you prefer."

The silence this time is more thoughtful. "-Another way for you to screw Yevon, I suppose."

He's not sure he likes that, but says nothing. "True enough."

"...Okay then. I accept."

"Excellent. I'm Zveran, at your service." He bows.

There's another amused snort, but no immediate response with a name.

"You don't have to tell me your name, if you feel the need to keep it secret. I would like a name to call you by, however?"

"Masquerade, I suppose. Or Masque."

"An honour, Masque. Shall we?" He points the way down the Highroad.

They nod, but let him lead the way.

He's happy to walk in silence down the road, though he does point out a few of the wrecked parts of an ancient city.

Masque is quiet, and while they look, it is perhaps because he's pointing it out than any real interest.

“Yevon would have us believe that it was our arrogance that made Sin. I’m not so sure arrogance caused entire cities to be devoured.”

"Yevon's arrogance is...much."