The team could not have been more offended if he'd tried. "Of course!" cries Jassu and "Yeah!" says Letty and so on.

Azym was obviously just using this as a rhetorical device, so he just nods and continues with, "And why did you join the team? The team specifically, I'm sure all of you could've played amateur blitzball for fun whenever you wanted."

Now that question gives them more pause. "I wanted to play in Luca," Jassu says.

"The stadiums are free to use off-season," reasons Datto.

"...I guess," Jassu agrees, and folds his arms to think some more.

"I wanted to win," says Letty after half a minute of silence (when it became really clear that Azym was waiting for actual answers and Wakka was not going to rescue them). "I... wanted my name to be up there."

Keepa nods, looking awkward for admitting it to himself, and Datto says, "I don't care about the personal glory... but I want Besaid to get the trophy."

"Competing is fun," says Botta. "Tryin' to see who's best. Only..."

"...only?" prods Azym.

"...only we suck."

"Hey, now—"

But Azym raises a hand to interrupt him.

"You guys suck, you say. What's that mean?"

Once again they're not expecting this question. "It means... we aren't very good players?" tries Jassu.

"What's a good player?"

The team looks simultaneously like the answer to that question should be obvious and also like they have no idea how to actually say it. "You know what it means," Jassu says after a few more seconds of silence. "We don't have as much—skill—"

"You know what I just saw, a couple of minutes ago?"

Now he's wary. "What?"

"A whole team of competitive blitzball players who think they're not good enough and who still don't want to practice to get better."

The collective flinch is painful to watch. The only one who doesn't look ashamed or upset is Wakka, who instead looks pensive.

"I mean, what's the point?" asks Botta, his face scrunching up in—something like anger, or disappointment, or... "Practisin' won't help. It's hopeless. We, we keep tryin' to do our best and our best just ain't enough."

"That so? So do you guys think the, the, help me out here, a good team's name—"

"The Luca Goers," suggests Keepa.

"The Luca Goers don't practise? Do you think they just laze around all day and then win by Yevon's providence?"

"...well..." starts Botta—

But Azym interrupts him.

"I'll tell you here and now that even without any memories or knowledge I know that the Luca Goers actually spend a ridiculous amount of time practising. Now, what do you think their captain would say if you asked them what they're trying to do when they practise and play?"