Mass Ultimatum

Kieran opened his eyes with a quiet exhale, still in the same seated position he had been in when he left this world. He was on the top floor of the Godhand Bazaar, and seconds later, Altair opened his eyes sitting across from him.

They exchanged a few wordless glances, analyzing themselves for anything out of place. Only after confirming their current condition was manageable did the two meet each other's gazes once more.

Kieran led the conversation by way of the preamble.

"So… how are you feeling?"

Altair remained quiet for a few seconds, examining his condition with more painstaking effort than Kieran cared to put forth. This wasn't the first, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time Kieran wasn't in peak performance state.

The logic behind sometimes not being in that condition was simple. There would be times when the situation called for every ounce of potential he could eke out from a disadvantageous standing.