A Brisk Afternoon Jog

G'nichi furrows his brow.
"Wait so you...you said that this Feast was for past sins, and this place is- oh." G'nichi's frown manages to deepen with his increasing hatred of this place.
"You're scapegoats. In the traditional sense. Sent away for 'spiritual purity' and every once and a while killed for it too."
G'nichi swears by Bahamut nothing would please him more than tearing this place apart panel by panel. And apparently he has to do that with Omoshin as well.