Heath directed his steed towards the bandit hideout. He was surprised to return to their proving grounds to see it in such a state. He began by just taking in the destruction and pandemonium that obviously took place. Soon enough, Heath began searching and scouring for what he came for. If he could locate it at the very least this operation would be salvageable. There was a lot of product on the merchant's wagon. Seeing as he couldn't get a whiff of anything quickly, Heath deduced that it was no longer here. While searching around, Heath realised he wasn't alone. He looked to the makeshift throne the bandit leader poised for himself. Sure enough Hiryu was sitting there, poorly bandaged, damp, red stains smearing his clothes and even breathing heavily.
"Now... you must be a ghost come back to haunt me," jeered Heath, turning to Hiryu with his cocky smile and making a saunter. Hiryu sat up with a large sigh, but said nothing. Heath glance around again at the scene. "You did this?" Heath asked, pointing at the dead, bloody bodies and trashed affairs. Hiryu shook his head. "Well... even if you did, I can't I'd even care enough to do something about it. The thing on the train... you just pissed me off by hijacking me onto that train," explained Heath turning to leave the cave, immediately thinking back to Feon and assuming she knew where to find his product.
"...You won't find the Lacrima," interjected Hiryu. His words sent a chill down Heath's spine. His expression switched to that of someone who had actually just seen a ghost. Heath thought for a moment, and turned back to Hiryu with a smile.
"If I don't get back the Lacrima, you won't get back the girl," replied Heath, remembering that the two had yet to meet.
"You don't have her." replied Hiryu confidently. Heath gritted his teeth.
"And how do I know you have the lacrima?"
"...You don't," replied Hiryu with a shrug. Heath, finding Hiryu coyness irritating now, took three bold steps towards Hiryu and pulled out Hiryu's head band.
"I already left you for dead falling hundreds of feet to your doom!" replied Heath, his tone much more forceful now than ever before. Hiryu leaned forward a little more, reaching for something behind his back, pulling out Heath's cowboy hat, also similarly wet.
"You did..." replied Hiryu. Heath gasped softly, but then laughed at the scenario of them both holding each others head gear.
"Ignoring all the other stuff for now, I bet you I'll get my hat back before you do, partner." Heath gested, dropping Hiryu's headband to the floor and walking forward. He drew a deck from his breast pocket and began shuffling them with immaculate dexterity. Hiryu threw Heath's hat down in front of himself and stood up, walking passed it. He began rotating his arm at the shoulder joint, stretching.
"...You wont." before the two of them engaged once again.