Time paradoxes changed anything, did anything, and when they had still been rampant in the world, all Hope could have done was shrug and say "time paradox" and try and keep people out of its way.
However, he'd never heard of a time paradox transplanting an entire building from one place to another, and while there was always a first time for everything, he still couldn't be sure it was a paradox, considering they should all have been eradicated by now, with what Serah and Noel had done. The only conclusion he could come to for now was that that seething mass of dark mist, that energy that had flowed out of the tear in the sky after Serah and Noel returned, was responsible for all of this.
Whatever "this" was. Looking out the window, he didn't know where he was. Earlier, when he'd first taken a look at the outside world, still reeling from the violent shaking of the building (presumably from it being transplanted), he thought he was in another time, Gran Pulse before the war.
But Cocoon was not in the sky, nor on its crystal pillar that would have told him that he was in Gran Pulse during the years he'd spent asleep in his time capsule. He was elsewhere.
And most definitely alone. The security system of the Academy HQ had told him this much. And it told him that there was unauthorized personnel in the building, labeled an unknown, but definitely armed.
He breathed to steady himself, because he needed to concentrate. He knew what to do and he needed to be able to do it and push aside all that hurt he'd gone through just recently. It's like being in Gran Pulse for the first time all over again, but this time, without magic, and without companions.
Hope still had his boomerang though, and kept a hand on it as he moved down to greet his guest. He wasn't going to make the first move, just to see if they were friendly, but he wasn't about to be foolish and go in unprepared either.
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However, he'd never heard of a time paradox transplanting an entire building from one place to another, and while there was always a first time for everything, he still couldn't be sure it was a paradox, considering they should all have been eradicated by now, with what Serah and Noel had done. The only conclusion he could come to for now was that that seething mass of dark mist, that energy that had flowed out of the tear in the sky after Serah and Noel returned, was responsible for all of this.
Whatever "this" was. Looking out the window, he didn't know where he was. Earlier, when he'd first taken a look at the outside world, still reeling from the violent shaking of the building (presumably from it being transplanted), he thought he was in another time, Gran Pulse before the war.
But Cocoon was not in the sky, nor on its crystal pillar that would have told him that he was in Gran Pulse during the years he'd spent asleep in his time capsule. He was elsewhere.
And most definitely alone. The security system of the Academy HQ had told him this much. And it told him that there was unauthorized personnel in the building, labeled an unknown, but definitely armed.
He breathed to steady himself, because he needed to concentrate. He knew what to do and he needed to be able to do it and push aside all that hurt he'd gone through just recently. It's like being in Gran Pulse for the first time all over again, but this time, without magic, and without companions.
Hope still had his boomerang though, and kept a hand on it as he moved down to greet his guest. He wasn't going to make the first move, just to see if they were friendly, but he wasn't about to be foolish and go in unprepared either.