So, he did have it.
In a way, it was lucky he found it. Better him, than Leblanc, Nooj, or Baralai. Unless those three, Gippal seemed to be a tad more.. diplomatic, when it came to the Sphere business. As head of the machine faction, he likely didn’t need them, unless it involved using some sort of unheard of machina, by Spirian standards. Yuna, honestly, has been surprised by the faction for a while now; in such a short time, Gippal has managed to set Spira on the right path, invention-wise. Given they [all of spira] were so far behind their time, one could not help but wonder, just how far would humanity go, from here on out? Was the sky the limit? Or, could one argue, that if machina development goes too far, could an all new sin be reborn?
There is not much proof behind it, but the thought will always be in the backs of the elder generations minds, as well as Yunas, too.
A hand crosses over her chest, with the tilt of her head. Free hand lifts to her chin, as her head leans in, showing that she is taking what he said into deep consideration. “Well, we are sphere hunters,” without the sphere in question, they would come back empty handed – the day completely wasted.
“Well, that depends on what you want for it.” Without having seeing what was on the sphere, there is no way of knowing whether or not it is a dud. For all she knew, there could just be a whole lot of nothing recorded on that sphere. “You’ve seen it.. what would you say it was worth.” Asking questions like that, still, is tricky; Yuna always has had a knack for putting herself in situations where she would have to take a person at face value. Both hands soon move from her chin and chest, then place themselves behind her back. A subtle grin on features, as if to say ‘I trust you to give me the truth.’
“Who knows? Maybe it shows the location to a treasure beyond your wildest dreams.” He toyed with the sphere in his hand, before holding it up with mock curiosity. He fixated his singular gaze upon it for but a moment, before setting his sights on her once again. His face came alive as he smirked, before changing from the common speech to his native tongue. “Un syopa ed'c cusadrehk pyt. Zicd y pihlr uv tendo umt Bnyadunc.” He wagged the sphere at her then before carefully turning to the side, acting like he was going to walk away from her. He stopped midway, glancing over at her from the corner of his eye before he finally relented. “Lydlr!” and with that he tossed the sphere over too her. His now empty hand came to rest on his hip before he spoke again. “Consider it a gift from the machine faction. For ya’ know, saving Spira and stuff. “
For a moment, she can only wonder what he might be up to. Despite living with Rikku, Brother, Buddy, and Shinra, and being part Al Bhed herself, Yuna still has yet to master comprehension of the language. Some what of a shocked expression electrifies features, when he turns to walk away from her. His mocking actions has her heart sink down into her ribs. “Wai--” words cut off by his sudden stopping, and the tossing of the sphere into her hands.
“Ah!” Surprise of a different sort emerges across facial features. Hands are quick to grasp the small, vermilion sphere; clasping it between both of her palms, as bi-hued eyes take a quick glance over it. A grin softens the surprise from her features, as the most subtle of nods tilts her head back and forth.
”Thank you,” words come out soft at first, before that subtle nod, turns into a slight bow; body inclining forwards, subtly, before eyes glance up toward his. “We should watch it, together, Gippal!” And with that, another nod of her head, as she takes a small step forwards, yet does not walk passed him. “What do you say? Come on!”
