What is really happening is that we will embark on campaign, we will bleed and sweat and suffer for our victory, and when all is said and done, no one will speak of our skills or our strategies. When we win, it will be entirely because of Eorzea's finest, the infallible Warrior of Light.

[alfeoux, for his part, is quite still. in fact, he is so unnaturally still that it might actually be rather unsettling.]

Tell me, Sayano: when a woman steps out in a fine garment, is she entirely the cause of its beauty? No — a designer and a host of weavers crafted her raiment. But did they not toil just as much as she who paid its price?