Mr. Yoshida, About the Glamours

[Kaurhz]

I've said it before and I'll say it again - the excuse pertaining to job/class identity is just that - an excuse. Because when you queue a roulette and find yourself in a team that looks like this:

It really does make an absolutely mockery of said excuse.

Let it be known folk in the same appearance trounced the mighty Bahamut, laid Emet Selch low, and single-handedly defeated despair incarnate, ushered in to deliver the very universe into utter emptiness.