[This kind of talk was all too familiar to Maes. It was the kind of talk he'd heard coming back from Ishval. Hell, he'd heard it in Ishval as well. No matter how far away he got from that battlefield he'd always known that place was going to haunt him. He'd just sort of hoped it wouldn't follow him into a whole other world as well.

Maes takes a swig from the bottle.]

As long as it isn't me, go kick the hell out of whatever you want. But...it's only going to be as temporary as this and not good for anyone, especially yourself. Especially if it's going to result in getting beat up yourself.