[She nods, downcast.]

I wish that no one here needed to know about him and why he's so dangerous.

[About to say more, Terra pauses and opens the door to the bakery, holding it open for him. And though the prospect of talking about Kefka drains her appetite, she orders hot cider since at least it's warm. She waits to see if he wants anything before taking a seat.]

I'll tell you what I know and have seen, and maybe when I'm done you'll see why I can't be objective about him. I know too much....