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Dream Snippet 10

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What to expect: Revya's POV. So… basically a shit ton of narration. Though I will give her a couple lines. Don't expect much though. This snippet takes place after Gig lent his powers to kill Feinne and ended up falling asleep.

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"What should I do?" Revya asked Grunzford and Danette, fisting a hand against her chest. Genuinely lost. "Gig is gone."

They stared at her as if she'd spoken in an entirely different tongue. Danette was the first to speak up, "Well, that's better for us! Who needs 'em anyway?"

Or so she said, but Revya could see her shifting eyes and too wide grin. Revya, however, didn't bother putting up a front. She merely gripped her sword tighter and called his name in her mind, hoping to hear a response. Even an insult would do. There was none. The kid title was starting to sound really good right now. She knew Gig only saved them to help himself, so where in the world did he go off to? She couldn't feel him… err—inside her. And rarely, did he sleep when she was awake. He was always mouthing off about something to her and actively took in their surroundings. Like a little kid that was finally allowed outside after a week-long storm—perhaps, in a way, he was.

"Hey!" Danette called from further ahead, waving her arm so fast it was a wonder it didn't fly right off. "Hurry up! We don't have all day."

"Where are we going?" Revya asked, jogging up to them.

"Jeez, didn't you hear anything we just talked about?" When Revya didn't respond, Danette sighed like tragedy had just occurred. Now that Revya thought about it, to her, it probably did. "You're hopeless! We just agreed to go back to the Village to talk to Lady Layna."

"But Gi—"

"No buts!" She interrupted, turning on her with a glare that spoke little of compromise. "Besides, if anything happened to that guy in there, then Lady Layna is sure to know."

Revya hesitated a moment longer, before nodding.

Unlike their travels to the corners of Prodesto, heading back to the Hidden Village was a relatively uneventful affair. Quiet, too. But Revya didn't want to think too much about that. It was strange not having a voice complain to her about her sleeping position or someone to chastise her when she was getting tired. That voice always took her mind off of things—even if she didn't want it to. And without it—without him—her travels consisted mostly of listening to Danette talk. Revya should have been used to it by now, but with an entity that could read her slightest move and communicate with her telepathically, Revya missed being able to "speak out" or to just be understood without having to open her mouth.

Danette was good at filling silences though, she'd give her that. And when there were no petty bandits to scare off or overly enthusiastic men to shake her head at, Danette was the line that talked her away from insanity. Because Revya would surely lose her mind if her soul mate didn't speak out soon—from worry or from regret, she didn't know which would claim her first. Nor did she know which was worse. All Revya did know was that she certainly didn't want to find out.

"Finaaaallyy!" Danette exclaimed. Revya looked up from the dirt to find that they were at the entrance of the Hidden Village. Just as Danette turned to her, a scolding look in her eye, treating her like a kid. Again. Maybe that's why Gig called her that? She doubted it. "I'm going to go look for Lady Layna, okay? You go change, take a bath, a nap, or whatever. You can't show up in front of her like that. I'll pick you up in exactly three hours!"

Before Revya could open her mouth to respond, Danette was already running off like a gold medal sprinter. Grunzford merely shook his head, grunting something about having to say hello to a few old friends before wandering off as well, effectively leaving Revya standing on her own. She took a moment to stare up at the dark caverns, shuffling her sandals against the ground, before shaking her head and heading for her room.

It was just as she'd left it.

The pristine bed sheets and contrasting nightstand. A bundle of clothes she usually wore folded neatly upon a nearby chair, while the rest sat gathering dust in her closet. She remembered Gig's off-hand comment about not needing so many clothes anyway—perhaps the first thing they truly agreed upon—and she smiled, rueful. Revya fiddled with a pink nightgown, running her hands over the soft cotton and debating whether or not to change. She had three hours. More than enough time to get in a shower and a decent nap.

But in the end, she didn't do any of those things. Merely kicked off her shoes and flopped on her side against the comfy mattress. It seemed bigger than she remembered. Her room did, too. Which was stupid now that she thought about it, seeing as how Gig had never really had his own body. But… his voice alone already held such astounding presence. It was hard not to notice he was gone.

Revya curled up on her side, shutting her eyes to the world only to find the usual darkness that was supposed to greet someone when they did. A part of her hoped to hear Gig complain about her position, but the other, more sensible part, told her to wait for Lady Layna before letting her imagination run off with her.

It was harder than it seemed.

But she didn't exactly have anyone to chastise her right now about her constant over thinking, and she certainly couldn't allow herself to fall into that hole. Or… could she? Revya's eyes snapped open, as she stared at her blank wall. Her mind running with thoughts of that fight, of the power that coursed through her veins, and her and Gig's survival instincts blending into one. The experience was… thrilling. The kind of power Gig held must have really been enormous—well, as a former God of Death such things were simply a matter of course. But still, to encounter it first hand was another thing altogether.

Her fingers twitched against the mattress, her body suddenly alight with excitement. She had so many questions to ask him. About his power, about the afterlife, about his job as the Master of Death. And it was then, suddenly and entirely without warning, she realized that she missed him. No. She knew that from when he first disappeared. What she realized was far more complex. But at its base, it still boiled down to her missing his presence.

She could almost hear his cocky voice, imagine that smug smirk and roguish curve along his eyes. "Awww… don't tell me you miss me, soul maaate? I mean seriously… don't. Cause hell, that's creepy."

Revya smiled.

She closed her eyes once more, willing herself to sleep. Slumber never came to her when she wanted, however, and thoughts of her coming audience with Lady Layna settled at the forefront of her mind. God, she didn't expect to be so afraid of what Lady Layna might say. And she certainly didn't expect Gig's leaving—momentary or not—to be like this.

This was far lonelier than she expected.

"Please be alright," Revya whispered.

Again, there was no response. The silence in her mind remained as unbroken as the one enveloping her room.

It was deafening.

A/N: Well… I honestly prefer writing Gig. His perspective is a thousand times more fun because of his personality. But still, writing Revya was interesting, too. Since I thought this part of the game went by a little too quickly, especially since Revya's the protagonist and all. It seemed like this part focused more on Danette and the Hidden Village than Gig and Revya which sucked. (Not a big fan of Danette. Her voice grates on my ears, not to mention the way she talks.)

Anywho, more Vigilance and Gig coming up soon. I may also write a snippet from the Median ending of the game—whether it will be the win/lose ending, I'm not quite sure yet. Stay tuned.

Toboe: Damn, that was one motivating review. Thank you so much for your kind words. I was planning to hold off on releasing this one 'til I typed out the next chapter, but here it is. If you don't have an account, but would still like to know when this updates without having to come online to check every other day, you can subscribe to my fanfiction blog. I post when I update my fanfic there, so you'll receive an email update. The URL is on my profile. Thanks for reading!

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