It took Sazh a moment to determine the source of the noises, but once he did focus on the darker corner, he saw it. So, that was the individual who brought this building here, and by extension all the other environments and all of the other people, too. It wasn't like this guy was acting hostile at all - he rather reminded Sazh of a villain from an old cartoon, the name of which escaped him - but it was the individual's potential that kept Sazh on edge. You couldn't just congregate so many places and people together as it was right now without having powers near-equivalent to a god. Sazh did step forward more, but took care to stand his ground in caution.

And he would've remained content to stay there and ask his questions from a reasonable distance until he saw the swordswoman striding much father up, drawing some sort of sword. For a few split-seconds, Sazh could only stare in disbelief at what she was attempting; he even took care to add yet another similarity with Lightning. But finally he did react, as Saber was talking, by dashing out in pursuit, with Morito and his safety being a secondary afterthought.

"H-hey now, hold up," Sazh tried to reach out to Saber in his own panic, "No offense to you or anything, but this really isn't the kind of guy you want to go pointing weapons-" His ramblings were interrupted by a fireball that surged right past the two of them, hitting the shadowed corner dead-on in a burst of flame. A confused look over his shoulder revealed to Sazh the source: the flaming girl that Saber had offered to accompany her. Glancing back at the corner, the l'Cie breathed out a silent curse. He'd seen enough pissed-off deities for a lifetime, and he [i]really[/i] didn't want to provoke another one.