Disclaimer: I don't own Skies of Arcadia Legends...

A/N: I think that Ramirez sort of fell apart near the end of the storyline of the game which is why he seems so emotional right now. He's bitter and unstable, unable to forgive those that were trying to save the world from evil. Oh well, then he's a little OOC if that doesn't work. I'm so used to having people have lots of emotion in my stories; it's kinda different to have something like Ramirez with no emotion whatsoever.

Why am I here?

Being here was completely different from being back at home. This place was different, the people were different and I still couldn't understand what probation was. At least not what it meant to people here.

"Ramirez?" a quiet voice asked, I turned around from where I was on the porch to see the girl who called herself Cat standing in a doorway, "Are you doing okay?"

"I'm in a strange land for some reason or another," I said bitterly, "I feel emotional all of a sudden..."

"That's easy to explain. You see, because you could not understand the emotions of others, in order to teach you how to feel, one more part of your punishment would be that any feelings you had would be magnified, even if you tried to mask them," she said softly, coming up to join me. Cat was a very short woman; she had long black hair and deep green eyes. She wore a purple skirt that looked to be made of velvet and a long-sleeved shirt that looked to be made of the same material. The top had a slight dip in it along the neckline and I could see her stomach as well.

"So anything I feel I feel it so much I can't help but show it?" I asked, still confused.

"Kinda like that. Because your feelings are magnified, you can't just keep them bottled in because they affect you more..." she said, "It doesn't help anyways to bottle in your feelings, sooner or later they appear..."

"I had everything under control!" I said and turned to face her again; she turned to face me and looked up into my eyes.

"Yes, but controlling your emotions is a bad thing... I try to do that and it always seems to backfire on me..." she said and I could see deep suffering behind her eyes.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Old enough..." she said and let herself grin.

"That's not an answer, how old are you?" I asked and I wasn't used to not getting an answer from someone.

"I'm two years younger than you are..." she replied, "When you died. You actually weren't dead for too long..."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked and turned back to look out into the fields. I thought they were fields, I saw something that looked like a garden in the distance but right in front of my eyes was a lot of grassy area that had nothing on it. I also noticed a red barn and many creatures, strange creatures that ran about.

"I mean the spirit council allowed you to go on probation shortly after you arrived. They either must not have wanted you or they thought you deserved a second chance more so than others..." she said.

"Does this mean I'm alive again?" I asked puzzled.

"Yes and no," she said, "Until you're relieved of probation, the right of life can always be taken from you. You're lucky there though; I'm a very lenient probation officer..."

"How do I get relieved of probation?" I asked, "And if I do, where do I then go?"

"You get off of probation when you finally learn. As to where you go later on, that is for you to decide," She said, "Only fate and time will tell you that."

"I still don't understand," I said flatly, "And I have this sinking feeling you won't be telling me..."

"You have to find some of the answers out for yourself," she said and touched my hand. No one had touched my hand in forever. Her touch was kind and gentle and her hand was soft.

"Go away," I said and she moved her hand and headed back into the house, I could tell she was hurt, she was trying to be kind to me and I didn't want her kindness...so I hurt her.

"Dinner will be ready soon," she said, "And then you should get some sleep, I'll be taking you to your new job then later..."

"What?" I asked, "Tonight?"

"No, I meant tomorrow..." she said and turned to face me, "I wasn't hurt..."

"How did you...?" I asked and she smiled at me.

"I'm a psychic," she replied, "I can read thoughts, feelings...those kinds of things. I wasn't hurt, it's okay..."

"..." I didn't know how to respond to her now, now that I knew that she could read minds. She smiled at me again and disappeared inside the house. I wondered how many people she had been probation officer for, or how many she had now, including me. There was suffering in her eyes, more than I saw in my own. What could happen to someone to have that look, the look she had in her eyes? My emotions were showing again, and I couldn't hold them back. Whatever had been done to me was working.

"Feeling..." I murmured, having held back my emotions for so long now, this was new to me, it all was I guess, and then I leaned forward on the railing, "So this is true emotion..."

TBC

A/N: I haven't updated this in like forever! Geeze, it was because I wrote this on a whim and such. Well, if you want me to update, tell me so! Any flames will be used to roast my marshmallows and make S'mores for people who like this story!