Garnet pursed her lips together, and nodded slowly. "Yes... I heard about a battle that happened in Mysidia. That same mad-man who killed the moogles in Midgar."

Her hands wove together, Laid over the front of her skirts. She lowered her voice, making all attempts not to be overheard. "There's been no clues as to what might have caused all of this, and now with the threat against myself... I cannot leave my people at his mercy, but I can't help but think it may perhaps be safer if I left."