#endvers.

Kuja hadn’t peeled his eyes from the portal until there was nothing left of it. It’s wisps of light returned to nothing, leaving the Gaians not where they had been taken, but the most convenient gateway, it seemed. Messy roots stretched skyward and twisted around everything and itself. The tree breathed, but as nothing more than a tree. The sorcerer dragged his boot across moss, breaking it with the tip.

        “ . . . ”

“Be grateful it was not more...”

Complete appreciation for Freya’s ‘kindness’ was simply not there. In truth, he considered asking for more. More than just a scratch, more than a mere dull ache. His destructive wishes were silenced, favouring a dominant desire: remaining pristine and untouched.

Zidane’s Terran looked better with each passing day. Considering that the younger genome had less time to work on handwriting, he picked it up and made it legible within the last few days. It was almost impressive (not that he would say so aloud). Despite this, Kuja found himself struggling. The ink did not speak to tired eyes and minds. The mage stared at familiar words,  without a clue as to what he was reading.

Unable to tolerate lingering touch for longer than a second, Kuja traced the path of Zidane’s meddlesome hands. Did that guy have to do unnecessary things all the time?

       “ . . . ” He sighed.

No energy to complain, no energy to agreeー truly it was time to turn in.

"Are you kiddin’? That was comedy gold!"

"Long time no see raven. You’ve been surprisingly absent. Was that to make your return that much better?"

Pokes Kuja’s feather to be honest.

'Psh, whatever! What's so important about it anyway? It's just a silver feather.'