ϟ thunderous.

         ❝—— Never thought I'd see the day.❞

Her lips curved into a warm smile at her sisters words, immediately getting closer and pulled her into a hug. She was going to be doing that a lot now, not really going to care if Lightning protested. She was not letting her sister go.

“We really do, we deserve it.”

          Lightning could have sworn that Serah had grown an inch taller. Or maybe half an inch. Either way, she was much surprised to see her—— more than anything, her sister was fuel for her own hope. Much of their adventure together had been based on loss and circumstance—— Lightning was intent on changing that.

"More saddened that so few remember me.  I should have known that after the last fight, I would be alone again.  However, I am happy to see you  again, Lightning.  Happy to know that I was never forgotten, and that you were never destroyed in the void where the Manikin’s came from."

"I feel like I’m being watched."

                 Most would likely assume that the Savior’s tolerence for this chaotic child, this trickster of hearts and minds, was only for the obvious resemblance to a sister who no longer had the grace to walk this realm, her soul passed on. Perhaps there was some truth in it, for the outward appearance had always been striking in familiarity. However, she knew as none other would ever guess, that it was her attitude, her very being that called to the roseate and gave her patience where most had long lost tolerance.                And it was that same not quite recognition that prodded this child            of chaos to push and prod at that patience. Daring her to break and            recognize her for what she was.             “Only to warn you! I mean, can’t have the savior going off                 and getting herself killed. There’s a terribly mean beastie                 up ahead, you know.”

          Lightning could feel the surge of annoyance not only bubble, but thrive in her own heart. Independence was something she had learned to perfect, learned to coincide with and live. Rightfully, anyone couldn't really pry her off that ideology. Compassion was one thing to exercise—— but only when it was most deserved.  In other situations it played a role of being a lesser form of sympathy; a soldier's heart must show grace in this aspect. Or so she tells herself.           Aquamarine tiers graze along a platitude that only skims along the surface of her respect—— for a spirit whose only purpose, it seemed, was to come and help her wear medals of paranoia along her sleeve. The liberator is long gone from what she had known to be her present time; time itself was running out, and alliances forged have now crumbled … or are simply off to disappear from the face of this dimension, all else perhaps off to explode in creative impact against a dying light. Lightning purports that this is not the definite future—— that things can still change. But how?           If this woman spoke of guidance,           did it mean she was not a threat after all,           and women—— soldiers like her—— built for war,           were confusing themselves unknowingly?

█  ❣  █     The emerald hues widened. Hearing that as well Lightning,

                gets nightmares. Everyone did. But somehow,the Pulsian                 was still surprised to hear it coming from the ex-soldier’s                 lips.

                      ❝ Lightning —- ❞

                      Vanille could notice from the look on the other’s features.                       Seemingly it wasn’t Lightning’s plan to let her know about                       it .

                      ❝ We all do —- don’t we? Because we are all afraid                       of something. But i like to think…after all those                       horrible nightmares we have seen …we become                       stronger after them.  ❞

 She doesn’t expect her trust only her cooperation. She’s had her mischief,  but this game was not of her making. She has little patience for those who  would try their hand at one of her trades.                     “What gave you the impression I ruin lives?                                    I just add a little flair. This is not my handiwork.”               It was too crude.

          “——A little flair.”

               A small smile, and a glance in her direction. His head           follows soon after, the short show of joy turning into a          genuine, gentle smile.

                         ❝ Shouldn’t I be the one saying that                                                                    -—Light? ❞