A/N: Just a quick drabble that came to me awhile ago. I'm in college now, and I'm missing my videogames XP.

Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Cross. Seriously. I've just played it more than any other video game I own. If I owned the rights to it, you can bet that Kidd and Serge would have gotten together- none of this 'if we meet again' junk.

My children were fighting me. I knew they would. I orchestrated their steps to bring them to this place. To this time. To this hate.

I knew they would hate me.

Would they kill me?

If they didn't, if they were not strong enough, if I killed them, nothing would change.

My children would continue existing, split in twain, never truly living. Counting endlessly upon my guidance.

Because they wouldn't exist anymore- those special ones outside my influence. The ones who tore the world in two in their clumsy efforts to be together. The ones who could put it back the way it should be.

Without Me.

If I died… my children would be lost, for a time, before they learned to carry on in their own decisions. But the others would wake. Already they strain at their weakened bonds. Would they give my children the chance to learn to live?

No.

I already know this. I have seen every outcome. I know. Cold-blooded the Reptites might be- but they know an anger that is centuries old. Their Dragon god would destroy my children. I know what can happen. I know what has happened.

I knew, when the echoes of a boy who had to die reached the ear of a sleeping princess. I knew when she tore the world apart to give him a chance to live. I knew, and I devised a plan. They would hate me. I would prey upon their angers and their fears, forging them together as a smith might mix steel in his furnace.

I attacked the boy who was no longer under my influence. I stole from him his father, and his choice.

I attacked the girl who had never been under my influence. I sent my servant to kill those she loved, to drive her from her haven, that one day, she might meet the boy.

Do they hate me?

I know they do.

They don't understand.

My manifestation that tormented them so, pushed them together so violently, tried to explain.

Love and Hate are two sides to the same coin.

I will cause you to hate me. Because I love you.

For all my power- I cannot heal the rift in the world. You can. I will give you the chance.

Because I believe in you. As you do not believe in me.

So I will die. So you can live.

Two sides of the same coin.

I am FATE. You are freedom.

I leave destiny in your hands.

A/N- Like I said, just a drabble from the POV of FATE. Let me just say, I don't like FATE, I'm not a fan of her or Lynx. I was obscenely happy when they died- but maybe, just maybe, FATE set this up not to kill Serge, but to make him stronger, and to render him able to heal the rift. I don't pretend to know. But… maybe.