Mikoto didn't jump this time. She'd been expecting this. She came to a dead halt though, looking around as if she could find the source of the voice.

"I'm ready, Garland," she said, lifting her chin defiantly. To the others, it would look as though Mikoto was speaking to thin air, but she didn't bother to explain.

She continued onwards, hopping from platform to platform. Retracing Zidane's steps...