Sazh was absolutely stunned by the display of power the shadow-man put forth. Sazh knew powerful beings that would rather opt to deflect the blast or just take it and smile, but this 'Viewer' put forth a massive display of power just to get rid of a ball of magic fire. It was easy to assume that he could annihilate any of them here just as easily. Or could he? The l'Cie took note of the greater lacking of translucency that the Viewer had before the use of his powers, which hinted towards him being near the end of his immortality. But he still had enough power to grant one wish of any (and possibly all) the individuals in this room.

It was very tempting, and Sazh was sure most anyone could attest to. Any wish, any scenario, exactly as you imagine it, brought to fruition. The older man definitely knew of at least 3 things he would most ever want like this...

The only catch: to complete all of his trials. This, Sazh couldn't bring himself to agree with. Despite the apparent sincerity of the Viewer's welcoming, his demonstration of such dark, horrifying power seemed to speak volumes to the l'Cie in the other direction. Even if that was what he had been doing for all of his existence, who was to say that there was no some sort of special condition, now that this was the end of him?

The red-cloaked, yellow-spiked guy (the name was something like... Mash? He'd have to ask again later) also brought up some good points. The specifics of to what extent wishes worked and how much they were going to have to do to get a wish granted would end up being pretty vital. Otherwise, most of the people were rather resigned to allow this event to occur.

Except for one person. Sorin Markov, 'Prince of All Vampires and Lord of Innistrad', and supposedly a master of planes (dimensional ones, Sazh presumed after a moment of thought). That man was not just content to refuse, but he had to outright threaten the Viewer's very presence in reality. [i]Good lord, they don't get much more evil than this,[/i] Sazh practically shuddered.

"Uh, yeah..." Sazh started, still maintaining a good degree of caution. "How can we trust you? Even if we do clear every 'trial' you have to offer, what's to say you'll hold your end of the deal?" A legitimate question, surely, and the only one Sazh was ultimately worried about. Otherwise, going through all the perilous hoops of a Pulse l'Cie's existence was surely much worse than some 'trials'. 

Of course, the old man had been wrong before.