[Hope's eyes widen as they flicker back to Lightning's face. That doesn't add up at all. He had just seen her! Before he'd gone off on his own to look for food. They'd been searching and searching for a way, for life, for answers... for anything. Could she truly not remember any of that?
He glances at his wrist again, wondering how closely related they are. If Lightning's been here—supposedly—a long time... her brand must be pretty far along.
Is that why she had tried to get him to stay optimistic about their future, and the Fate that could possibly lie in store for them? Even here, away from their Focus, and the fal'Cie?
There's so many questions he could ask. But the most important one, now, isn't about their strangely contradicting memories but that last statement she made.
"It's close."
What could that possibly—]
W-what does that mean, Light?
[His hands are shaking now, and he buries them in the dog's fur to give them something to do.]
How... how close do you mean? [Hope can barely squeeze the words out, nervousness hinging on fear settling in the pit of his stomach. He swallows thickly.]
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[Hope's eyes widen as they flicker back to Lightning's face. That doesn't add up at all. He had just seen her! Before he'd gone off on his own to look for food. They'd been searching and searching for a way, for life, for answers... for anything. Could she truly not remember any of that?
He glances at his wrist again, wondering how closely related they are. If Lightning's been here—supposedly—a long time... her brand must be pretty far along.
Is that why she had tried to get him to stay optimistic about their future, and the Fate that could possibly lie in store for them? Even here, away from their Focus, and the fal'Cie?
There's so many questions he could ask. But the most important one, now, isn't about their strangely contradicting memories but that last statement she made.
"It's close."
What could that possibly—]
W-what does that mean, Light?
[His hands are shaking now, and he buries them in the dog's fur to give them something to do.]
How... how close do you mean? [Hope can barely squeeze the words out, nervousness hinging on fear settling in the pit of his stomach. He swallows thickly.]