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the last question is so rude

-Terra is aware of literally zero walls, she's trying very hard to get a community, and for her that means sharing. Loving. Being loved. The one she's not aware she's going to be building is the one she slammed on Edgar. I mean, the one that she may put up romantically when so determined to assume men aren't in love with her because she's not 'woman enough' for that 'yet'. Ignoring the ones who confess that she doesn't like btw. So literally, while sooo hoping to try out romance, she's not making it easy.

-if she's alone, she feels terrible. Or at least she will until she'll have a domestic routine, after settling down, because then 'alone' will just mean that, and not loneliness. But until the end of her journey, being alone just reminds her of her past and feels almost like a warning about her future. So she's sad and frustrated. Again, this is only until she can reach a place of peace, it's not forever.

"I'm glad you guys can finally be together again. Edgar used to talk a lot about you." Locke doesn't know what were the odds of the Figaro Brothers reuniting right when the Returners need someone like Sabin around to fight the Empire, but it's amazing. No matter how much time it takes, the Empire needs to be stopped, and for good. No one needs a second War of the Magi.

He shrugs before he lets an amused chuckle escape his mouth. "But you're very different than what I imagined because of the way Edgar described you. I can't blame him for sticking to how you were 10 years ago, but it still made me laugh."

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 as she sat on one of the plush sofas on The Falcon. She'd been raised to be a solider and had done her fair amount of roughing it in her training --- but that had been in the old world. Even in this new world, camping with their gear felt rougher and dangerous than the most intense of her survival training. After weeks of roughing it in forests, plains and caves between the scattered cities (which were often not much better equipped) --- she was glad to have a comfortable place to rest once more.

" This definitely beats a bed roll and your snoring in the tent all night. " She said, giving him a teasing grin as she did. Although their time for rest was short --- in the morning they'd be arriving in Zozo following a lead, where they'd either find one of their friends or learn they were fools clinging to hope. For the first time since she'd awoken, Celes felt the blossoming of hope inside her --- and much like the amenities on the airship, she was going to hold onto them for as long as she could. ( @ragingfists )

he lifts up his cup, and it makes a small clink noise as it gently collides into the cup his brother is holding. with a grin, he announces, ❛ a toast—to our mother, to even father, to figaro, and especially to us today! here's to another year, edgar! ❜ after all, it's their birthday!!

With a laugh, Edgar lifts his own cup as well, meeting his brother's. To them, to Figaro, to their parents who without a doubt are proud of the men they grew up to be.

"To us, today and for... a thousand more years!"

Celes barely talked those days. Of course, she was glad she had finally found a member of their group, but she didn’t really know Sabin. For her, he was mostly a muscle-head. She wasn’t even sure he could be serious. Maybe it was because she had found that bandana on the bird, but she had really hoped she would find Locke first. Because he was the one she missed the most, of course, but also because he was much better than her when it came to talk to other people. She had given herself the mission to reunite everyone, but she was a general, not a leader. She could give orders on the battlefield, but she wasn’t sure she could give people HOPE. But she had to try, somehow.

Sabin and her had made the tent. They were traveling over that new continent to find their friends, but it wasn’t as they really knew where they were going. Celes was looking at the campfire and playing with the bandana at the same time.