Iiiit was a smaller place than we are situated in now, only one community. But it drew in people and creatures from other worlds just as regularly. It was often ridiculous, but could be dangerous, deadly. That's why the moogles were brought in. You spoke with one, and if you were killed, you would be revived by... whichever one you had gone to.

[She pauses, and her eyes close. A hand drifts up to her heart before she catches herself. That had been one of the first things Hatori had taught her upon her arrival. He'd done his best to look out for her. All of the Sohma there had.]

It was either that or be revived slowly and painfully in the swamp.