He wasn't sure why he couldn't sleep. He should have dozed off quickly, as the bed was much more comfortable then the makeshift beds he was used to sleeping on. He guessed it had been about an hour since everyone went to bed, and he was starting to get a little frustrated that he was still awake. As Amarant tried to mash the pillow into a comfortable shape, he heard a door squeak. He wasn't sure if it was across the hall, or the one next to his. He got up quietly and hoped it wasn't the one next to his; that's where Dagger had put Eiko, and he tried to avoid her as much as possible. He cracked open the door, and looked down the hall. He saw a figure saunter out towards the stairway. The figure was too tall to be Eiko, so he decided it must have been Freya. Wondering whether to follow her or just go back to bed, he made up his mind as he silently hurried to the stairs. He rushed down them as quietly as he could and looked for Freya. He didn't see anyone, but he knew she couldn't have been far. "I'll bet that rat's down by the moat…" He left the castle and looked at the edge of the moat, and sure enough he saw Freya sitting by the edge of it.

            He quietly sat down next to her, although not particularly close, and looked at her. She looked miserable; her back was slouched, and her shoulders were slumped as she buried her face in her hands. She straightened up slightly as she looked at him.

            "What do you want, Amarant?"

            He thought to himself for a minute. He wasn't sure what he wanted. "I, heard someone walking around, and I wanted to check it out."

            "Well, you can go back to sleep now. It's just me, and I'm fine."

            "You don't look fine." Amarant blushed slightly. He had meant to think that, not say it out loud. Oh well, as long as he was out here, he might as well convince her to go back up to her room, as long as he didn't let himself slip again. "I wasn't sleeping anyway, so you might as well just get it off your chest and go back to bed."

            Freya was unsure what to do. He sounded sincere, well, as sincere as Amarant could be, and she did feel like talking to someone…but she knew Amarant probably wouldn't understand, but still…

            Amarant sighed. "Is it Fratly?" he asked. When Freya put her head back in her hands, he knew that must be what she was upset about. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He was hesitant to say anything else, and after what seemed like an eternity, almost thought about giving up and going back to his room.

            Then Freya looked at him. "He still doesn't remember me at all. I didn't think that would matter much, but it does. He does care about me, but I think he feels that he has to. What we had is gone forever…and then there's you guys. Once we all leave here in a few days, we might never see each other again…one way or another, the people who are important to me seem so slip away."

            Amarant sighed. "Common, Freya. You'll see us again. You're so unlucky, you'll probably see me again lots of times. And maybe Fratley will remember you again someday. But it won't do any good to torture yourself. You know what you always said? 'To be forgotten is worse than death'? You keep applying that to Fratley, but he's not the only one that knew you. None of us have forgotten you."

            "…You're right, Amarant. I may not be able to change things, but I can change by outlook. I owe you one."

            "You owe me two now." Freya gave him a puzzled look. "Remember? I saved your sorry tail in the fire shrine?"

            Freya remembered. She shook her head and gave him a shove as she got up. "Yeah, thanks to Zidane saving your sorry tail in Ipsens castle…"

            Amarant shrugged it off. "I don't have a tail."

            Freya growled as Amarant stood up. In one of his weaker moments, he gave her a quick pat on the back and began to walk back to the castle. Freya followed him. Soon, she was back in her bed and resting a little easier. She still had more time to spend with all of her friends, and she decided to enjoy the present, something she hadn't been able to do in a long time.

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Well, how was it? I'm sorry if it was a little short. Please tell me how I can make my next one better. Thanks!