Tyme ignored the others, even the one in the trenchcoat, despite how he was yelling at him to calm down. How could he be calm? What the hell did they know about his mental state? His attitude changed once more when they spoke of the bracelets, his eyes traveling to the one he wore, examining it as he went silent. He returned back to the corner of his cell, his fingers lightly tracing the gems, letting out a sharp gasp. "That's cold!" he exclaimed, shaking his hand. Eying the gems for a little longer, he finally lowered his arm, leaning his head back. He heard Sara once again, this time she was telling the others what had happened, what they had borne witness to. Tyme looked at his hands, the memory of the tendril snatching Erin's life away in front of his eyes, it was still so fresh in his mind. He lowered his hands and stood, moving to the edge of his cell, appearing to be sane for the time being. "I agree with Sara, we need to work together if we're going to get out of here. While she's right about me using a gunblade, that's not all I can use. Give me a sword or a gun and I can fight, after all, that's part of learning how to use a gunblade." he told them. He took a seat, "Since you know our names, how about returning the favor and telling us yours, hmm?" he asked the trenchcoat man, mostly keeping his attention focused on the farm boy. He knew that typically farmers had chocobos, and if Red had a chocobo somewhere, then maybe he'd be of use to someone like him.