Space wasn't new to Laguna. He helped launch a Sorceress into space not so long ago. At least, he thought he did. His head hurt from the returning memories, his usual sunny disposition a bit pained as he sat down at a nearby table, nursing a drink as he tried to figure out just what happened. He and his friends had decided to go on a suicide mission to stop the manikins from resurfacing ever again during the Conflict. They succeeded, both in the mission and the suicide part. There was an odd feeling of peace as he had finally collapsed alongside his comrades, unsure if this meant he would be sent home or if he was going to be dead for good.

He had been a bit unconscious to know and then, he woke up on a spaceship. His memories were returning and it wasn't the ship, Ragnorak. Oh, and his wounds weren't there anymore. Last he checked, he had been out of cure spells. He groaned softly and scrubbed his face. "This doesn't seem at all fair."