Startled, Cecil took a step back, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword and gripping it tightly. He hadn't expected another sudden encounter from Kefka so soon. The question took him completely off guard.
"I... thought I already was strong," he said slowly. Together with his friends, they'd saved their world once before. But he hadn't been by himself, then. Alone, he wasn't capable of such feats of strength. He drew his strength from others, not from himself. A small, doubtful expression flitted across his face for a moment, then was gone.
"Why are you asking me this?" Cecil asked him, his hand not quite leaving the hilt of his sword just yet.
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Startled, Cecil took a step back, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword and gripping it tightly. He hadn't expected another sudden encounter from Kefka so soon. The question took him completely off guard.
"I... thought I already was strong," he said slowly. Together with his friends, they'd saved their world once before. But he hadn't been by himself, then. Alone, he wasn't capable of such feats of strength. He drew his strength from others, not from himself. A small, doubtful expression flitted across his face for a moment, then was gone.
"Why are you asking me this?" Cecil asked him, his hand not quite leaving the hilt of his sword just yet.