Search Party

By Kikofreako

Summary:

Sora's whereabouts are unknown, Kairi has some strange power, and what's up with this Blonde Haired Kid that's carrying around a set of Keyblades? Everything's spinning out of control as Donald, Goofy, the Destiny Islands crew and the FF crew are jammed together in efforts to find a certain brunette. SoraXKairi Some: Squiffie and SelphieXTidus.

Disclaimer:

I do not own the quote on darkness Vexen uses. Clive Barker owns that. (It was published in the book Abarat). But it is a mondo cool quote.

The Random Quote of d00m:

"I'm surprised you know a word that big. What, it's like, five syllables!" -Kairi

INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT THINGIE:

In the later part of this chapter, we'll switch between Leon and Yuffie's mindsets. When Yuffie is thinking, it will be in normal text and when Leon speaks, the text will be in (parentheses). When both share the same thought, it will be in bold. As you know, italics are when anyone is thinking. Got it? Gooooood.

XxX

Sora felt the slamming of his black-shoed feet hitting the ground, over and over. The impact sent a jarring twang up his legs and through his torso, all the way up to his pounding head. Flailing about, he felt a Heartless' claws sink into his right calf. Yelping in pain, he dealt it a sharp cuff on its black little head. Sora felt it let go and slide to the floor. Weapon. He had to find a weapon.

Whirling around, he scanned the room. Nothing. Just a stone hallway, the one he had fought Maleficent in months ago. The memory was blurred with time, fuzzy around the edges. The one thing that would never leave him was the crazed look in her eyes, right when Riku- or should he say, Ansem- had stabbed her in the heart. The witch's eyes had sparked for a moment, then gained a somewhat animal glint, something of primordial roots, when survival of the fittest was the norm. Right before she had given up her heart to the darkness and morphed into the dragon. He shuddered. Never, ever would he forget that look. Not if he lived a century.

Speaking of living, his inner voice said sarcastically, if you plan to do it much longer, you better find something to fight with.

Too bad he didn't have that wooden sword now. Who'd have thought a little piece of moldy driftwood could come in so handy? Jumping like a hurdler, he leapt over a hissing Soldier Heartless nimbly and pushed through the doors into the Entrance Hall. It was curiously quiet. Stopping short, he panned his gaze through the room. Ripped rugs. Broken vases. The fountain's water, instead of the usual gushing waterfall, came out in sporadic spurts like a dying animal's last breaths. Something clogged the pipe. Examining it closer, Sora found it was a huge, four-pointed ninja star, looking to have been thrown as if the user didn't know who or what they were aiming for. Or if they were aiming at all.

But it was a weapon nonetheless. Bracing himself against the ledge of the fountain, Sora carefully grasped the serrated edges and pulled hard, feeling his muscles strain. Finally, with a showering of stone, it let go and sent Sora tumbling to the floor comically, and falling into the mass of Heartless that had finally broken through the door, not so comically.

If the Great Ninja Yuffie would have been witnessing the event, she would have probably wrung Sora's neck on the spot. Slashing blindly, he held the weapon the only way he knew how: like a sword. The effect was crude at best, but crude would do for now. Forcing his way out of the ranks, he bulled through the skittering shadows and almost slipped on a pool of something wet. It wasn't until he was out on the pavilion that he looked down at his shoes and saw the crimson stain of blood.

XxX

Dull thumps and hissing were heard on the other side of the door. Donald, Goofy, Cloud, Tyson, Tidus, Cid, Vexen, and Wakka braced themselves against it, but even their combined efforts weren't going to hold much longer against the hundreds of Heartless slamming against the already-splintering oak.

"Namine..." Tyson grunted, "...any luck with...the riddle?"

Namine bit her lip frantically. "I don't know! I can't figure it out, where we're supposed to go! The forest of polished oak and maple is obviously here, the bookshelves and such. But... I don't know what it means, 'ascent while halted'..." She buried her face in her arms. "Maybe Leon would know," she said, her voice muffled.

"Well, Leon isn't here right now." Tyson said. Then, taking on a gentler tone, he spoke comfortingly. "Just take your time. We have all the time-" there was a loud crash as a Large Body threw itself at the door- "all the time in the world."

Despite the fact that his statement was an obvious lie, Namine smiled. Aerith ran out from a bookshelf, hands empty as a vacationing family's gas tank. "I couldn't find anything on Heartless, none of Ansem's reports, absolutely nothing. Not even a page from Cricket's journal."

Namine sighed. "The Organization must have burned them all; Axel probably. You know how much he loves fire." She pushed the paper in front of Aerith. "Do you have any idea what 'ascent while halted' means?"

She scrutinized the paper for what seemed an agonizingly long time, eyes flickering over and making mental calculations. "Ascent while halted...in other words, move while not moving yourself. No running, walking, et cetera. What other forms of transportation are there?"

"How 'bout a tricycle?" Tidus suggested.

Everyone stared.

He snorted. " Don't you know a good joke when you hear one? Sheesh, you're all so serious."

"I wonder why," Donald mumbled, shoving a Heartless claw back through the door. "Sephiroth teleported."

"Teleportation? Sounds difficult."

"No duh, genius."

"No need to be rude."

Slap.

"Owww..."

"What about a plane?" Wakka asked, watching his feet slide as the door bulged inward. He braced himself against the edge of the wall and pushed back.

Namine shook her head. "I think we're going the wrong way with this."

Aerith abruptly rose from her seat and pushed a ruby-red button on the wall. A shelf slid back to reveal a black hole, presumably leading to another chamber. "The lifts." she said quietly. "We've got to head up. To the place where the evils of darkness spreads its wings."

"Gawrsh!" Goofy smacked his hand against his forehead. "Y'know, the answer has been starin' us all in the face the whole time!"

As if it was reminding them of its presence, the door gave a loud moan and a low cccrrraaaaaaaaack.

"Run!" Tyson yelled. Simultaneously, the party left its post and sprinted into the maze of platforms and beams. Heartless poured in through the door.

XxX

"Weak...pathetic...little...wretch!" Kxerrix accented each word with a brutal jistitsu kick. Kairi tumbled to the ground, her breath ragged in her throat. She felt blood trickle down her lip, running down her neck and staining her white blouse. Was this what Sora felt like? Dying? Taking a defensive stance, Kairi crouched behind a railing while the queen of darkness ranted on. Her words stung like a driving rain.

"Did you honestly think that in a matter of days, you could learn enough about combat do defeat an Organization monarch?" she spat. "Swordsaint? You can't even hold a blade properly."

Kairi's breath roared in her ears and she closed her eyes tightly. She's wrong, she told herself desperately. She has to be wrong. Has to be.

"Your cause has failed. You have failed."

"No!" Kairi yelled, her voice cracking with exhaustion and frustration. "I can't. I won't!"

Kxerrix looked at her with an unimaginable amount of contempt. "You already have." Making no advances, she stayed in a low hover in the air. Her hair was blown gently by the wind, but her eyes immediately nullified any softness that may have been found on her face. They were as hard as flint, golden flint whose desire to kill was reflected in them as clearly as if someone had written it there. "Give it to me."

"Give what to you?" Kairi said, disparagement dripping from her voice.

"Don't be foolish. The Keyblade. Now."

"Like... heck."

Kxerrix's expression didn't change with this response. She merely sighed. "Now I'm going to have to hurt you more. Just make it easier for both of us. I can make your death instantaneous."

"I'm surprised you know a word that big," Kairi said sarcastically. "What, it's like five syllables!"

Kxerrix rolled her eyes and sighed again. "I suppose I can't expect much more from you. How old? Fifteen?" Pausing, she found her train of thought again and held out her hand wordlessly. In reply, Kairi took her stance and held out the blade aggressively.

She brushed her blonde hair out of her face nonchalantly. "Excuse the cliché, but you haven't seen anything yet." With a flick of her wrist, she enveloped herself in a cloak of darkness and before Kairi could blink, vanished into thin air. Flabbergasted, she lowered her blade and blinked.

"What..." Gasping suddenly, she fell to her knees as the darkness lanced through her with all the sharpness of a knife. The Keyblade clattered across the sandstone overhang and spun to a stop about fifteen feet away. "NO!" she screamed, stretching out her hand as if it could reach the fallen sword as Kxerrix materialized to the spot, simpering maliciously as she bent to pick up the blade. Time froze.

Kairi closed her eyes tightly and found her center, the center of her heart. With a shout, she closed her fist around air. "DISMISS!"

Right before Kxerrix's fingers touched the polished silver, it disappeared in a fireworks show of stars and shards of light. Turning sharply, she narrowed her eyes at the Queen of Hearts. "Congratulations. You've learned a new trick. But how do you plan to fight without a weapon?"

Grimacing, Kairi realized she was right. There was no way that she could take out the blade again: if she was beaten, it would be free game for any Organization member present. Like Kxerrix. She felt her hope slipping away, sliding down into a dark hole, fading as it gradually seeped out of her consciousness and into the shadows.

"So listen, child. Even in the deepest darkness, there will always be a light to guide you. Believe in the light, and the darkness will never defeat you. You heart will shine with its power and push the darkness away."

"Although my heart may be weak, it's not alone. It's grown with each new experience, and found a home with all the friends I've made. I've become a part of their heart just as they've become part of mine. And if they think of me now and then...if they don't forget me...then our hearts will become one. I don't need a weapon. My friends are my power!"

Kairi murmured the phrase softly, unconsciously. "I don't need a weapon. My friends are my power."

Kxerrix frowned scornfully. "Your friends? Friends betray you. They don't care, Kairi. Or are you still to naive to see?"

Her words didn't connect this time. Kairi felt the light in her heart blossoming, like a flower opening after a gentle April shower. She smiled faintly and extended her hands, and she saw the light gather there, whispering words that she couldn't understand but took comfort in nonetheless. And she felt it there: a power that was now evident. A power that had been there all along.

The blonde woman shook her head. "Don't try. You haven't a chance."

"No." Kairi said softly, then louder. "No." She pushed herself up, then advanced with newfound energy. "We've always had it, haven't we? But you took it away from us. The light. You tried to erase it from our minds. Play with us. Make is think we are weaker than we really are." She was hovering in the air as the light laughed with joy, swirling around her and abiding her wishes playfully. "The heart is more powerful than any of us could ever imagine."

"You can play your trump," she growled, "but you'll still end up flat broke, Kairi. Stop while you can."

Words weren't necessary. The determination in Kairi's eyes spoke for itself.

XxX

Tidus shoved Selphie onto the lift and jumped on at the last second as it began its slow journey downward. Looking around, he found that the barriers that normally separated the stops were gone. The emergency power didn't keep them online, it seemed.

"This could work to our advantage," Cloud murmured, sweeping his eyes around. "Aerith... do you know where the 'place where the evils of darkness spreads its wings' is?"

The mage shook her head soberly. Goofy snapped his fingers. You could almost see the lightbulb go off. "Donald, didn't we fight that there dragon here? Malefi-who?"

"Maleficent?"

"That's her! Gawrsh, it seems like forever ago..." He got back onto his train of thought. "But she had wings..."

"Wings!" Donald exclaimed, his feathers ruffled in excitement. "We got there through a portal in the Castle Chapel."

"Then that's where we're headed." Tyson stated. Suddenly, a flurry of black knocked him off his feet. In slow motion, he felt one foot slip off the lift, then the other. His hand stretched out as if to grab an invisible rail, but grasped air. With a loud yell, he smacked onto one of the outlying platforms. He moaned and rolled over to catch the group disappearing just over the crest of the wall. "Go on!" he shouted hoarsely. "I'll meet you guys there!"

"I'll?"

Spinning around, he saw Vexen dusting off his cloak casually. "And before you ask, it was my mistake to push you off. I thought it better that then let the Wyvern sink its claws into your back."

Sighing, Tyson ran his fingers through his hair. "Guess we're stuck together then. Any idea how to get to the Chapel?"

He shrugged his shoulders. Even his shrug looks stuffy and regal, Tyson thought ruefully. "Well, I guess we head up until we get there."

"Process of elimination." Vexen said drily. "We are indubitably brilliant."

"You have a better idea?"

Pointing to the swarm of Heartless around him, the black-cloaked man spoke in a deadpan. "Ask for directions."

XxX

Cloud ran a hand over his face and sighed. Aerith put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. They'll make it there."

"That's not what I'm worried about," he said. Wordlessly, Aerith averted her eyes and stared at the floor. Leon and Yuffie...

"We'll all make it out of here." she said firmly. "I know we can."

"We can hope," he answered. Turning his energies somewhere else, Cloud craned back his head and judged the distance until they reached the top. "Something doesn't seem right. The Heartless should be getting thicker as we get closer to where Sora's being held. But they seem to be thinning out, see?"

Donald nodded thoughtfully. "What if it's a bluff? There could be an Organization member waiting for us up there too." Like Axel, he added silently.

"All this double talk is making my brain hurt," Tidus moaned, crossing his eyes and spinning on one foot woozily. "I say we just kill everything that moves."

Selphie snorted. "If you led this mission, we'd all be dead right now."

"Truer words were never spoken, man." Wakka muttered, twirling his Blitzball on one finger anxiously. "Should we spilt up? Maybe we could find him quicker that way..."

"No way," Namine said. "Sq- I mean, Leon- and Yuffie got split up from us, and who knows what happened with them now?"

Everyone was silent as they took in this information and processed the fact that Vexen and Tyson were now in the same boat as the unfortunate pair. "Okay, we don't. So... what do we do?"

Cloud folded his arms. "Well, Tyson said he'd meet us at the Chapel. I suppose we go there and then plot out our path from there."

Tidus smirked. "See? You did all that talk and decided to do exactly what we were planning to do in the first place. Shows that talk is useless."

"Than why don't you don't ever shut up?" Tidus glared at Cid who just smirked at him in reply. Selphie happily got into the act.

"Hey, Tidus. You know why talk is cheap?"

"Do I want to?"

"Because the supply exceeds the demand."

On cue, everyone rolled their eyes.

XxX

Vexen felt the vibrations of the blow reverberate up his arm and snake through his body. Grunting, he took a stance by the crouching figure of Tyson. His face was unusually pale and the slab of ice Vexen had provided lay in shards around him. Yanking the boy up roughly, Vexen narrowed his eyes at all the Heartless surrounding him. "They concentrate there," he said, pointing to the lower lift. "Get going, if you want to live!"

Staggering, Tyson shook blonde hair out of his face, the sweat making it stick. A Shadow crept up behind him and before Vexen could shout a warning, sliced him in the back. Yelling, he fell again. Seeing no other choice, he hoisted Tyson up on his shoulders and leaped for the lift. His feet wobbled unsteadily, then balanced out. Vexen leaned against the center of the lift and plopped Tyson on the floor none too gently.

The blonde buried his face in his hands, not from sadness or anger but exhaustion. No Keyblades. The combined lock of magic and the seed of darkness had left him powerless. Blood dripped onto the lift with soft plinks. "We... we have to find him."

Taking advantage of the break from Heartless, Vexen ripped the hem off his black cloak and bandaged a particularly nasty cut on Tyson's forehead. "What makes you think he can use his Keyblades? More likely than not, he's useless, too."

The Dual Weider stared at Vexen- but not for the sarcastic, yet true, remark. Had he just... his mind struggled to link the two vinegar-and-water concepts. Vexen had just bandaged him. His sworn enemy.

Or was he?

Shaking the thought from his head, Tyson leaned back to steady himself and cursed, the tension getting the better of him. "This is stupid. There's no way we can win. It's you and me against the freakin' Heartless army, and I don't even have a weapon."

Vexen crossed his arms. "That's not why we'll fail."

Irritated, Tyson threw his arms up in the air. "Okay then. Why will we? Will it be because magical fairies decide that they don't like us for some insane reason and poof us into a vat of lava? Or because a psychotic telephone operator will come and snipe us? Or maybe an axe killer!"

"You can't win because you don't know what you're fighting for." Vexen stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What are you talking about? I fight for the light!"

He frowned. "How can you fight for something you don't even understand?"

Tyson narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Okay. Why don't you use that big brain of yours and explain it to me?" Vexen stared at him, his gaze seeming to pierce his walls and peer into his very soul.

"Darkness has always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes- if necessary- brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must." He paused, letting the words sink in. "You say you represent the light, but you don't even scrape the surface of its secrets."

Tyson's guard was completely knocked down and the power of speech seemed to have deserted him. He stared, as if in disbelief that such words could be spoken and have such a profound impact on every aspect of what he had been living for. "What... what are you talking about?"

"You cannot have true light unless you have darkness. It's like yin and yang- take out one and you destroy the pattern. So by seeking to eliminate all darkness, you are destroying the very thing you fight for, Tyson." His eyes seemed to have been cranked up several notches and were burning the boy's skin, burrowing under and taking root in his subconscious. "Every time you swing those Keyblades, you metaphorically dent the door to the light. You have nothing to fight for. Nothing to protect. It is natural order, light and darkness. Stopping it is like trying to stop the sun from setting. Even if you succeed, no one would win." He stopped again, but not to collect his thoughts. It seemed as if every word had been spoken as if rehearsed, every word coming through from the soul without any hesitation or pause for thought. "You can win, if you learn what you're fighting for."

"What?" Tyson heard his own voice as if he was standing far away and listening to someone else, desperate and hoarse. "What am I fighting for? How do I find out?"

Vexen finally averted his eyes from the Dual Wielder and gazed into space absently. "I cannot tell you that."

XxX

Leon couldn't recall any sounds except hissing and scratching. It was his life; every second was filled with the eerie droning of the darkness' minions. Had there ever been anything else? All the other events seemed to pale and fade, as if he were looking at a blurred photograph. The routine click and fire of the Gunblade became a rhythm, like the beating of his heart. Automatic. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he realized how exhausted he was. The lactic acid was built up in every muscle in his tired body, screaming at him for a standstill, as if he could snap his fingers and stop time. How wonderful that would be, to stop time. But he wasn't a mage, far from it. He was a swordsman. A near-dead one, with a wounded ninja at his side and a Heartless army on his north, south, west, and soon, east flanks. What do I do? His thoughts, clouded through a fog of debilitation and near-panic, swirled in a very un-Leonlike way. What now? I can't do this, especially not with Yuffie. It's too much, too fast.

Yuffie grasped her side, sweat trickling down her face. Her bandanna had already taken its limit and was now just a wet rag on her forehead. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... She felt as if she was a little four-year-old again, reverting back to when Cid had rescued them from a collapsing Hollow Bastion. "No, no, no! I wanna go back! I don't like this! Take me back! I don't like it here, I don't like it!"She realized at the same moment Leon did that this time, Cid wasn't here to save them. Years go by, and yet they end up in the same boat.Cruel irony. Their eyes met and Yuffie saw, that in his own way, Leon was as desperate as she was. It reflected there, clear to her.

"What do we do?" she asked in a raspy voice, hands still at her side and clutching the bloodstained jacket. "We can't stay here. We'll die."

Leon pressed his lips together tightly and tried to think. "I... don't know. Where will they be?" He didn't have to say who 'they' were.

"I don't know. Let's try the Grand Hall. They Keyhole is there, anyways."

"Right." Shifting his gaze, he sheathed the Gunblade. "Can you walk?"

It was a stupid question, and they both knew it. Just a frail grasp at hope. Miserably, Yuffie shook her head. "Okay." He knelt and motioned for her to pull herself onto his back. Almost screaming in pain, she managed to get her hands around his neck as his hands secured her.

"I'm fine," she whispered. "Let's go."

The landscape whizzed by as they continued on autopilot. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Sora was supposed to have been returned to the Islands, and the doors sealed. They should have been at peace right now, not running around trying to cheat death itself. Life never turns out like we want it to, does it?

(She's supposed to be laughing like her old self, not in pain. Not hurt. Hollow Bastion isn't supposed to be a lair for these Heartless monarchs- it's supposed to be a home. A home for all of us. But it's not, is it?)

Leon's eyes aren't supposed to be so sad. They should be happy. The scar shouldn't be there. How come life never turns out how we hope? It's sort of funny- things always go the exact opposite of how we expect them. We plan and plan, but still things turn into a huge, tangled ball of yarn. And we try to untangle it, but we can't.

(I tried so hard, I tried to be strong. To protect everyone. But I couldn't, could I? Leon is just as weak as Squall Lionheart. I'm supposed to be strong.)

I'm supposed to be the happy one. Not the one who's crying like a little baby because she got a little scrape. I'm the optimistic one.

(I'm supposed to be the rock and keep them safe.)

I'm supposed to be the smiley-face sticker and plaster myself on everyone.

(I should have trained more. I should have been ready for this!)

I should've tried harder to make them happy.

(I should have known this was coming.)

I should have been there when they were hurting.

I should have told you. I should have told you that I love you.

A Heartless squealed and tripped Leon, sending him sprawling and Yuffie skidding across the floor of the Grand Hall. "Yuffie!" Leon yelled, pulling himself up and sprinting to her, every other thought driven from his head. She was on her back, hands clenched tightly in pain where the floor had hit her stomach straight on.

Then, there was a low, ominous crunch. Simultaneously, they looked up and were horrified to find spidery cracks on the ceiling, each new crack spawning ten more. Hollow Bastion was falling apart.

Again.

Yuffie stared up at the rocks, chalky stone falling in her face. "We're not going to make it." she whispered hoarsely. It was only a matter of seconds before the entire ceiling came crashing down and buried them in a mass of granite. I don't want to die. I have too much to do. Yuffie felt tears burn her eyes. "Get out of here," she croaked. "Leon, I can't walk. Just go."

Leon stared at the ceiling, his thoughts seeming far away. "You know how in fairy tales, the wounded always tells their comrade to leave them. The comrade refuses, and by a miracle they both make it out alive. And there's a happy ending." He turned to Yuffie, a sad smile painting his features. "My life has never seemed like much of a fairy tale." Rocks started to fall faster, one crashing only three feet away from the pair. Yuffie stared at him from her position on the floor, flat on her back.

"What are you talking about?" she whispered. Leon said nothing except spread out above her, propping himself up with his arms and forming a living shield. "L-Leon, what are you-" She cut short as a rock fell on his back, blood oozing from the wound. "Leon!" she screamed.

He leaned down and whispered to her softly, more rocks falling on his toned figure, but Yuffie's remaining unscathed. "I am the luckiest guy in the world. I get to die in my home, with the girl I love."

"Leon, don't talk like that! You're not going to die! Listen, we can get out of here! It's not too late!" She became vaguely aware of the tears cascading down her face and staining her cheeks.

She felt his hair brush her cheek softly, his labored breath loud in her ear. "I love you, Yuffie." he whispered.

The world became a living hell. Rocks fell like rain now, sending dust spiraling in all directions. Yuffie was aware of nothing but the apocalypse surrounding her, and squeezed her eyes shut tight, resisting the urge to vomit. The seconds stretched into hours, until finally the noise faded into the mist. She felt Leon on top of her. Carefully, she pulled herself into a sitting position with him on her lap, a slab of granite supporting her back. "Leon..." she choked, dislodging some of the soot in her airway. "Leon, we made it."

He was silent. "Leon?" Her eyes widened. "LEON!"

Squall Lionheart's body was cold against her skin, his chest refusing to rise. She let loose a heart-rending scream, then another and another until her lungs failed her and she slumped onto him, her hands gripping his stained white shirt as she sobbed brokenly, her cries choked and full of anguish. Her tears soaked Leon's white shirt until as world spun and faded into a merciful black.

XxX

Gah! FINALLY! I finished it! Very short authors note, because I still have to respond to reviews! Well, this isn't your last chapter (if you haven't already figured that out). Since the release date for KH2 ended up being officially announced as March. 28th (NOT Feb. 6th as I first thought) than that's when Search Party will finish up. Yay. So you get another closing chapter.

Hmmm... I would really, REALLY appreciate it if I get some good feedback from the Squiffie bits. I've never played any of the Final Fantasy, and all I have to go off is their personalities from KH1 and other writers' portrayals. So please tell me how well I kept them in character!

For all of you people saying, "Where's Sora? Why didn't he get a bigger part?", I have the answer: because I can! No, not really. It just turned out that way, I suppose. Don't worry; Sora will have a big part in the final part of this story. Unfortunately, he wasn't meant to be a main character. (But he still rocks hard)

So please review and make me happy! Please?

Akiko (The Mistress Of All Things Spork)

PS- In case any of you didn't catch what part of Vexen's long monolouge was the quote, here it is: "Darkness has always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It's only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes- if necessary- brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must." The rest I made up. Sorry, Clive!