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Chapter 21: Your Rage Will Kill

They flew to the Silver Siren, Zell piloting as Dorin handed out the cameleoline cloaks,
explaining their use. "They all have a built in personal cloaking device. It automatically
engages when it's put on. It eludes even the most powerful of sensors, so we won't be caught.

"As soon as Vira and Rinoa disembark, we'll disembark. Seifer and myself will follow
Rinoa and Vira, while the rest look for General Caraway. We'll then meet back at at the Ragnarok
and make our escape."

Everyone nodded and settled back as they flew over the Dravel Sea, just south of
Winhill. Dorin sat next to Vira and studied everyone. Squall held Rinoa's hand, her expression
clear and set, her emotions evident enough in her eyes. Everyone else was silent, even the
normally talkative Selphie and Irvine were quiet as they watched the sun set in the horizon.

Vira herself looked as she normally did, composed, calm, cold. Even unsually so after
everything that had happened. He admired her self control, because she was probably on her way
to her death.

"You going to be alright?" he asked quietly as he leaned over to her.

Vira looked at him and shrugged. "Yes. I'll be alright."

"You sure?"

Vira rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Yes daddy, I'll be fine."

Dorin sighed. She wasn't losing any of her personality, that was for sure. "Just
wondering," he said as he settled back into his seat.

It was enough. Vira felt that what Zell had said before they left was true. For her it
seemed to be too late. She was most likely going to die by the end of the day, despite Dorin's
plan for escape and that there was not enough time for her to make peace. Even if she wanted to.
Vira knew she was blowing Dorin off, she could hear it in the tone of his sigh, but she wasn't
interested in apologizing again. She'd done so much of that, which she never had before. All of
a sudden it was sorry this, sorry that, my behavior was inexcusable. Since when was Vira's
behavior itself a reason for apology? Since everyone in Balamb Garden thought that friends were
important and being friendly was a virtue along with honor and honesty. Maybe if she had been
raised there instead of Galbadia, she might not have turned out so cold. Somehow, she still
doubted it. This was the way she lived. This was the way she thought she should die.

Presently, Zell pointed out to the horizon. "There it is." Sitting like a bloated spider
across the sky, the Silver Siren floated above Winhill Bluffs. Zell guided the Ragnarok into a
hanger in the Siren. He put the engines on idle and donned his cloak. The others put on their
cloaks while Rinoa and Vira walked to the exit ramp as it lowered. The hangar was deserted, the
girls' footsteps echoing on the hard ceramite floor.

Dorin nodded. "Lets go." The group activated the cloaks, each disappearing into thin
air before Dorin activated his. There was a slight hum, and then he could see each of the
cloaked SeeDs perfectly.

"This is sooooooo cool!" Selphie said, giggling in spite of herself.

"The cloaks let you see those who are cloaked as well," Dorin explained. "Let's go." The
group stepped out of the Ragnarok, Seifer and Dorin following Vira and Rinoa, while the rest
slipped through a side door in the hangar.

Rinoa and Vira walked up to a door at the head of the hangar, which slid open to reveal
the interior of an elevator They stepped inside, closely followed by Seifer and Dorin. The
doors slid shut and the elevator began to ascend upward. Rinoa looked nervously at Vira and s
miled, though it was a shaky affair. Vira nodded to her, her expression emotionless, and turned
towards the door as it slid open.

'Here we go...,' Dorin thought as he and Seifer stepped out with the girls.



"So where do we go?" Zell whispered as Squall surveyed the deserted hallway. It was like
trying to find his way around the Esthar Mall, sans the directories.

"I dunno. There must be a sign or something telling us where the detention block is..."

"You mean like this?" Irvine said, pointing to a painted sign over a stairway. Cell
Block A-B, Interrogation Room this way, it read, with an arrow pointing down.

"Alright! Way to go Irvine!" Selphie said.

Squall raised a finger to his lips, wishing Selphie didn't have to be so damned loud.
"Alright, pipe down. Remember, covert, right? Let's go," he whispered as they set off down the
stairs.

They walked down the stairs, careful not to make anymore noise than they had to. They
reached the cell block level and started down the hallway. It was deserted, same as the hangar
and the previous hall had been.

-Shouldn't this place be packed? They wouldn't leave Caraway without some kind of
guard...-

"What are you thinking, Squall?" Quistis asked quietly.

-Is she psychic or something?-

"Just wondering where the welcoming committee is," he replied, noting how far down they
had gone.

Irvine stepped up beside them. "Don't say that too loud, I'm not exactly complaining
that they aren't here."

"Maybe, but I got a bad feeling about this," Squall said grimly.

Suddenly Zell stopped. "Here it is!"

The group stopped in front of a cell with a solid metal door. The sign over it read
"Interrogation Cell". Squall looked through the small window to see inside...

"Caraway," he breathed. The general was still strapped to the table, dried blood caked
around the wounds that the electrodes had been in. His pale, sweaty, and bruised chest rose and
fell with each haggard breath he took.

Squall opened the door and looked around the room, seeing two cameras in the corners.
"Zell, you wanna take care of those?"

Zell grinned. "Sure." He grabbed one and ripped it out of it's socket and did the same
to the other while Quistis closed the door.

Squall disengaged his cloak and moved next to Caraway. "General? Can you hear me?" he
said softly.

Caraway groaned and opened his bruised eyes. "Squall?" he said raggedly. "Rinoa. Where's
Rinoa?"

Squall hushed him as he cut the straps holding Caraway to the table. "She's alright,
she's with the others."

Caraway sighed and tried to sit up. "It's all a trap, the ransom, everything," he
breathed, leaning on Squall for support. "She wanted to get you all here so she could kill you
all."

Alarms suddenly blared from all around the ship, the sharp whine that pulsed through the
air.

"Shit, looks like it hit the fan," Irvine said, disengaging his cloak as the rest
followed, drawing weapons.

Caraway blinked several times, surprised to the SeeDs to pop out of nowhere. "What the-?"

"There's no time for that now," Squall interrupted, giving Caraway to Quistis as he
jogged to the door. Irvine was next to it, pumping a round into the Exeter.

"They haven't come down here yet," Irvine said grimly.

"Well let's not wait for em," Squall replied, drawing his gun blade. "C'mon."



The elevator opened up to a large hall, lit darkly, with statues of dragons and demons
that reminded Dorin of Draconia in a warped, evil way. Some of the statues of dragons were even
engaged in battle with another, the result being a statue of two animals biting each other.
Their faces contorted into a visage of pain and anger. The very mood of it all was oppressive,
something that permeated the entire atmosphere.

"Reminds me of Ultimecia's castle," Rinoa commented softly.

"So where's the hostess of this little party?" Seifer whispered.

Dorin shrugged...then spied someone exit through a door on the side of the hall. And
there was no mistaking the long ponytail draping down the back.

"Who was that?" Vira asked.

"I think I know. Stay with them Seifer. I'm going to go see what he's up to," Dorin said
grimly, unsheathing his blade as he took off in pursuit of Yuri. They would be alright, Seifer
was with them, and both Vira and Rinoa were veterans. They could take care of themselves.



Seifer was stunned as Dorin took off, exiting through the door as the mysterious person
had. You don't just leave in the middle of something like this, just because you see some person
you might know. Even Seifer, who would've broken every rule he could the year before, was
surprised at Dorin's sudden move.

-Sure, leave the three of us to take on a mega bitch sorceress who can't die by
conventional means and has been trying to brainwash me because you think you see someone you
know. Good thinking, Mr. Iceman. Real good move. I hope you know what the hell you just did.
Hyne...-

"Where's Dorin going? Is he still here?" Rinoa asked, looking around the room.

"No, he just left. Stay composed," Seifer replied, mentally shaking his head at Dorin's
departure.

"Oh, did one of your little party leave?" a cold, seductive voice said. Seifer
unconsciously cringed as he recognised who it was. Out of the floor rose Xana, her cruel smile
plastered on her face.

"Oh don't bother with that flimsy Draconian cloaking. I knew who was here the moment you
set foot on the Siren," she said, motioning to Seifer. Seifer cursed silently and tossed off the
cloak, drawing his gunblade.

Xana smiled cruelly, exposing her perfect teeth like a shark hunting it's prey. "So now
we have three, and that Draconian that just left makes four. Hmmm, that leaves the six rescuing
Caraway. My my, we can't have that, can we."

An alarm sounded in the other parts of the ship, and Seifer cursed again. So it was all
a trap. Rinoa turned to them, her eyes wide with fear. "My father..."

"Oh he's still in the interrogation room, I'm afraid. Just go back down the elevator two
floors and down the hall, you can't miss it," Xana replied in a mockingly polite voice, her cold
laughter resonating around the hall.

Rinoa looked at Seifer and Vira, unsure of what to do. "Go! Meet up with Squall and get
back aboard the Ragnarok!" Seifer said. Rinoa nodded and ran back to the elevator, the doors
sliding shut on her frightened face.

Vira drew her kamagunblades. "You want to finish this now?" she said menacingly.

Xana merely laughed. "Oh, but I have so much to tell you, daughter of mine."



Dorin followed Yuri through a hallway, leading to another grand hall, much darker than
the one before, only the middle being lighted with a large spotlight emanating from the ceiling
above.

Suddenly, Yuri turned, his blade drawn. "Alright Vachon, I know you're here, let's get
this over with."

-How the hell...-

Dorin cursed himself. Xana was a sorceress, of course she would've known. He threw off
his cloak and took up his stance. "So how'd you know, Yuri?

"Oh guess, really. We knew you were all here, and when I left the main hall, I had a
feeling that you were following me." Yuri smiled, twirling his blade. "Now, where were we before
we were so rudely interrupted?"

"I think it was something like this," Dorin said before he attacked, quickly slashing
and cutting at Yuri, who parried and blocked every stroke.

"Oh Dory, you're too damned predictable," Yuri spat as he backed off. "Besides, now your
friends are in this too."

Alarms around the ship went off, and Dorin immediately knew they had been set up. Hyne
dammit, it's a bloody ambush. "Well, they can take care of themselves. Now are you going to
fight or bore me to death?"

"Boring would take too long. Besides, I've waited for this for a long time." Yuri
grinned again as their blades met, Dorin knowing full well that he might not walk away from this
one.

Xana grinned evilly beginning to explain her story. "You see, after I was defeated by
the Galbadian warrior, who gave his life thinking he'd destroyed me, I kept his kamagunblades.
As a sort of...momento of him. Turned out to be a bad mistake on my part. However, after my
defeat, the Draconians had the nerve to overthrow me in my very own country! My throne! It was
an outrage. Weakened, the only thing I could do was warp space and time, landing myself in a
time not of my own to bring the Age of Iron Will back to where it was."

"So...you came here 19 years ago?" Seifer asked, staying behind Vira.

"Oh, no." Xana shook her head. "I wanted to bring about the Age of Iron Will much
earlier than that. Instead, I ended up on the Centra continent about 100 years ago. I thought
the best step to starting my new empire would be wipe out that stupid city there. So, without
the help of that Lunatic Pan-whatever-it-is, I called the Lunar Cry down to the city, destroying
it. It still wasn't enough. People didn't even seem to really notice until later. With my
frustration still in tact, I used my last bit of strength to warp again, to 19 years ago. This
is where we get to what Sir Seifer here asked about," she grinned again, her obsidian lips
curving maliciously.

Seifer growled. "Don't call me that."

"Where did you meet my father? What happened?!" Vira demanded, now bringing her
kamagunblades up at Xana, ready to attack at any time.

Xana laughed, sending shivers up Vira and Seifer's spines. "I washed ashore not too far
from Deling City. Your father found me there, stripped of my powers from the time warping. Hyne
has a very sick sense of humor when it comes to me. Did I ever mention why only those
kamagunblades can kill me?"

"No..." Vira replied.

"It's because I am one of the absolute original sorceresses and all those little witches,
like Rinoa, are just cheap, trampy rip-offs. Why do you think I'm so bent on this destruction?
Hyne has mocked me by putting those pathetic bitches on the planet, and had stripped away my
powers. What better way to get my revenge than by causing his world to tremble and bow down
before me? To cause misery and pain wherever I go? Hyne has a sick, twisted sense of humor when
it comes to me. But I get the last laugh in the end," Xana explained, a frown crossing her face
whenever she said the name Hyne.

"Get on with the damn story," Vira demanded.

Xana sighed. "Very well. Being stripped of my powers left me too weak to even move, and
too weak to deny any emotions I had in me. Your father nursed me back to health, but my powers
took time in returning. So, stuck with pathetic human emotions, I made a mistake. That's where
you come in, dear daughter. And I couldn't get rid of you. No matter how hard I tried! I was
forced to have you, and then recover from that. After you were born, my powers began to return.
Not as much as they had been, thanks to you, but they were still coming back. I tried to kill
you then, but your father was always trying to stop me. One night I demanded he take you out and
kill you, or I'd do it myself and take him along with you. Regretfully, he said he would. I
gather he stole the kamagunblades, my necklace and raced you off to an orphanage. It doesn't
matter, though. I set fire to the house when he came back. I reveled in his screams of agony as
the blaze raged through the house. He took his time dying, and I enjoyed every second of it."

Vira's mouth hung open in shock while Seifer stood behind her, glaring angrily at Xana.
Vira's kamagunblades fell for an instant, but she immediately raised them back up and looked
Xana in the eye. "Let's get this over with."



They had just stepped out into the hallway when they were met by a barrage of fire from
Galbadian troops and Black SeeDs, forcing them to take cover behind a corner in the hallway.

"Great, now what?" Irvine shouted above the din as he returned fire, pumping and
shooting as fast as he could.

"Is there another way out of here?" Caraway asked, leaning against the wall, wearing one
of the cloaks that they had worn in. He was still weak, but regaining strength.

Squall shook his head. "We went by the stairs, so I'm not sure if there's any other way
out-"

"Father!"

Squall turned to see Rinoa running down the hall towards them, her face relieved and
surprised. She hugged Caraway, crying happily.

"Rinoa!" Caraway said, surprised as much as Squall was. "How did you get here?"

"There's an elevator that goes from the main hall to here. The alarm went of and..." She
stepped back, smiling. "I'm glad you're safe."

"Where's Vira, Dorin, and Seifer?" Squall asked.

"They're in the main hall, but Dorin got seperated and I don't know-"

Caraway's eyes went wide and he shoved Rinoa to the side. "Rinoa look out!"

Squall caught Rinoa, and gasped as he saw Caraway slump to the ground, speared by a man
with a horrible scar across his face wielding a bladed staff, an Executioner if Squall
remembered right.

The man pointed to a shocked Quistis and grinned wickedly. "Tell Seifer I'm not done
with him yet, bitch." He retreated through a door before anyone could act.

"FATHER!!!" Rinoa cried, running to Caraway's side, taking him in her arms, trying to
staunch the blood flow from the wound in his chest.

Caraway gazed at Rinoa, his gaze becoming glassy. "I'm sorry...that I wasn't the kind of
father...you deserved," he gasped, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Rinoa wiped the blood away, her tears falling freely. "No, you were a good father. Don't
die, please, don't die, I love you..."

Caraway glanced at Squall, who was kneeling next to them. "Take care of her..." He
gazed back up at Rinoa and convulsed suddenly. "I love you" he breathed, before he stiffened and
his eyes rolled back into his head, his body falling limp and cold.

Rinoa hugged Caraway close, wailing. "He's not dead, he's okay, he'll be okay..."

Squall took her shoulders. "Rinoa..."

"He'll be okay, he's not dead, he's okay..." she kept repeating, rocking back and forth
with a rythmn that started to freak Squall out.

"Rinoa! Rinoa, look at me!" Squall shouted, and she finally turned to him, her shocked
and tearful face tearing at his heart.

-Oh Rinoa, I'm so sorry...-

"We have to go now, Rinoa. Please, we have to go," Squall said, trying to keep his voice
calm and even over the din of the battle.

Numbly, Rinoa nodded and kissed Caraway on the forehead before she stood, swaying
slightly before Quistis steadied her.

"Watch after her, Quistis. Get back to the Ragnarok while we go get the others."

Quistis nodded as she took Rinoa with her to the elevator. Squall went up to Zell,
Irvine, and Selphie, careful not to look at Caraway's body. "Give them five mintues, and we go
get Vira and the rest." They nodded, and Squall turned, feeling as sick and enraged as he had
felt in a long time.



Dorin parried Yuri's slash, only to get caught by a roundhouse kick the sent him
reeling. He tasted the salty taste of blood, bringing back memories of Drayden, the walls of the
houses painted in the dark crimson, the slashed throats of the dead bodies laying under them
draining blood...

-Control, don't think on it, don't let it take you...-

Dorin repeated the mantra to himself as he felt the ancient bloodlust stirring in him
once again, determined not to let it take him again. He took up his stance again and readied
himself for Yuri's next attack.

"What's wrong, Vachon? Not up for fighting today?" Yuri mocked. "Too bad, you probably
should've stayed home, my boy."

"Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?" Dorin replied angrily before he
struck back, his blade flashing in the bright light of the room. Yuri parried every thrust and
cut like it was nothing.

"Not really, I got used to hearing it when I was out on that boat. But I guess you'd
never know about anything like that, right?" Yuri grinned, practically seething with malice.
"But of course, you landed that half breed tart, didn't you?"

-Control, don't let him get to you...-

Dorin spat at his feet, trying to keep the growing anger down. "How would you know?"

"It'd just be you, Dory me lad. You always went after the brooding types. Too bad.
Because I'll have fun with your girl, strapped to a bed, helpless, as I have my way with her..."

The image of Vira helpless while Yuri tormented her was too much. The Rage overtook him,
filling his veins with anger, his very being crying for blood. He knelt down, trying his best to
supress it before he was carried away in the rush of rage that swept over him, knowing nothing
more.


A scream, loud and clear, resinated through the Siren and to Vira's ears. She stopped
looking at Xana and tried to figure out who it was. It sounded familiar, until the scream turned
more to an unearthly roar.

Xana sneered, her black lips curling into an evil smile. "Sounds like that Draconian is
running into trouble."

Vira whipped her head back at Xana, furrowing her brow in anger. "Dorin? But-" Vira
stopped when the words 'Dragon Rage' entered her mind. She remembered what had happened in
Dollet and what she had was similar...and how hard it was to get out of it. Horrified, Vira
raised one kamagunblade threateningly at Xana. "This isn't over...Mother."

"Not at all," Xana grinned, watching Vira turn and run out of the room.

Catching sight of Seifer while she was running, and noticing he was heading in the same
direction Vira yelled to him, "You heard that, didn't you?"

Seifer nodded grimly. "I did. Sounded like Mr. Iceman."

"Sounded like the Dragon Rage...his limit break," Vira observed, the two getting close
to where the scream had came from. "Get ready."


Yuri was surprised. He had heard about the Dragon Rage before, but he had never
witnessed it. And yet here was Dorin bloody-Vachon, doubling over as his eyes turned red and
roaring like a caged animal.

-And if the stories are true, you don't want to be anywhere near him.-

Yuri ran past the roaring Dorin, wanting to get as much distance between them as
possible before he heard running footsteps and voices. Yuri smiled to himself as he reached the
door. It was probably Dorin's friends, coming to help him...

And what a surprise it will be when he turns on them? What if he slaughters them? What
if they kill him instead? It's poetic justice either way.

Yuri smiled to himself and laughed as he opened the door and entered the hall. Indeed,
they were in for a nasty shock, they were.

Dorin fought repress the anger rising from his soul, encompassing him. His vision grew
red, his thoughts turning to nothing but killing.

-Come on, don't let it take you, please Hyne help me.-

Dorin heard Yuri laugh and saw him run before he was taken, lost in a seething red haze
of blood lust.

A door ahead of Seifer and Vira looked to be the place where the scream had came from.
Quickly, the two dashed to it, only to see the door open and a man running past them. Seifer and
Vira turned to watch him run past. Strangely, he turned back to them and grinned. A grin that
felt wrong.

"Have fun you two," the man said, running.

Perplexed, the two turned back to the room and saw what Vira had feared. Dorin stood in
the middle of the room, his eyes blazing in blood red. A gutteral growl escaped from his mouth
and he charged at the first person he saw; Seifer.

-Death. Killing. Murder.-

These were the only things that Dorin was feeling. His was list in a red see, not really
seeing anything so much as sensing it. Merely menacing forms coming out of the red mist,
slashing at him, howling in fury. Dorin cut at slashed at them, his howls of rage and pain
mingling with the monsters in his mind.

Seifer was lucky enough to have blocked the first attack, but it had knocked him off
balance. Dorin was fighting with the strength of several men, his ferocity not being quenched
until he saw the sight of blood. Vira followed the two fighting, trying to interfere when she
could.

"Don't kill him!" she ordered to Seifer.

Seifer grunted. "Easy for you to say! He's not attacking you! I can't keep this up much
longer!"

The next hit knocked Seifer's gunblade clear out of his hands, leaving Dorin open to hit
him anywhere. Roaring, Dorin brought his Honor Blade down hard, slicing into Seifer's shoulder.
Seifer cried out in pain, falling to the ground in a forming pool of his own blood.

Quickly, he turned to Vira and growled. She glanced down to Seifer's body and noted he
was still breathing, albeit badly. Bringing up her kamagunblades, Vira blocked Dorin's first
attack. But, was knocked off balance, as Seifer had been.

"Dorin!" She yelled to him between hits. "Don't do this! You're stronger than this! I
know you are!"

But Dorin didn't hear her, his Rage staying in complete control. Another overhead slice
that Vira blocked with one kamagunblade. She could not keep this up forever. His energy was not
waning, but hers was. With everything that had been going on, her physical prowess was
decreasing bit by bit. He could keep it up, but eventually, she would make a slip up. And that's
where he'd get her. Vira pushed the thought from her head, trying to think that someone would
come and help.

There. After Dorin had attacked her with a side slash, he was open for something. Vira
side kicked him forcefully. This knocked him back, giving her enough space to cast a spell.

"Stop!" Vira cried, aiming a hand at the rushing form of Dorin.

Ticking of the giant clock above Dorin's head stopped, the spell trying to take effect.
Suddenly, it stopped and Dorin continued to rush towards her. Her Stop spell had missed. With no
time to block or parry, Dorin's sword sliced across Vira's stomach. She immediately dropped both
her kamagunblades and fell to the ground, clutching her wound with one hand that was becoming
increasingly bloody. Blackness encrouched the sides of her eyes, her vision beginning to blur.
Voices. Distant voices floated to Vira's ears as she looked up. All she saw was Dorin still
there aiming for his next attack. Sadness filled Vira, knowing that Dorin had become what he
feared. There was nothing left of him in his eyes, just blood red rage.

Vira raised the bloody hand up to Dorin, her strength fading rapidly. "No...don't...
snap...out of it...Dorin...please..." she pleaded weakly.

She could hear Squall and Irvine yelling and rushing to Dorin. Not before he took
another shot at Vira, slicing her bloody hand across the palm. Quistis' voice, crying out to
Seifer. Rinoa yelling to someone. Vira fell onto her wounded stomach, more pain making her
wince. The darkness was now creeping further over her eyes, and she closed them to make it stop.

-Maybe he casted Blind on me and I didn't know it...-

Another voice was heard. Zell's. Vaguely, Vira felt herself being turned over and yelled
to. Her eyes slowly opened, but her sight had become fuzzy and dark.

"Vira...hold...on...help...you...just...give...up...hang...on..." She could barely
understand Zell's words.

With the last of her strength, she pulled on his collar with her good hand. "Help Dorin.
Make him better...snap him...out of it. And," she whispered. "Stop...Xana...my mother...any
way...you can..."

Darkness blocked out everything else and Vira slipped away from Zell's yelling at her.
And the pain disappeared...

Author's comments: Pretty heavy chapter there, eh? Now, I suppose that it was kinda
predictable, after introducing Dorin's limit break in the first place, but it's a good idea
nonetheless and starts a new arc in this story in which Vira must finally begin to realize that
she truly does have feelings underneath it all, but that it takes such tragedy to bring it out.
Of course, that's assuming she hasn't died, right? ;) So, what is going to happen? Will Dorin be
out of the Rage when Vira becomes concious? Will she become concious? Interesting questions,
aren't they? I won't spoil anything of the next chapter. That wouldn't be right, and besides,
I'll be compiling it very soon. :) Coming up with a title for this chapter was deceptively
difficult. I wanted to strike just the right chord with it. I think it came out all right.
Overall, the story is titled "Iron Will" but I like to have sections of chapters (ie. Seifer and
Quistis' sub-story in the forest) as their own little arcs. This one is just simply titled
"Rage" for now and will go on for a few chapters, I think. Now, *please* for the love of FF8,
R&R. We don't nearly get enough reviews for this story and need input on how y'all think it's
going. We know we like it, but we want to know if you guys like it too. So, be a pal, and give us
a review, all right? Don't make me get Vira after you. ;) 'Till next time.