The change of scenery was intriguing and Balthier crossed his arms, sighing gently at the light breeze. It was pleasant, even as Sephiroth started playing out what he assumed was another memory. Turning his gaze out towards the ocean, he let Sephiroth continue without paying much attention.

However when that sword started flying, Balthier was quick to snatch hold of Laguna's arm and dragging him off towards the bulk of the structure they were stood on, and away from the edge of the cannon.

"That thing shouldn't be allowed in public." The man, not the sword.