So basically this is the same as the previous chapter, but from the other perspective.

Disclaimer: The dialogue, 'He' and 'She' all belong to SquareEnix. All I can claim is the plot, and since that's minimal, its not worth boasting about.

Don't Be Afraid.

She waited for him, waited because she felt his grief, his guilt. When she felt him, his back, a warm, solid mass behind her, she smiled.

'You came. Even though you're about to break'. It'd been so long; she couldn't help touching him, curling her fingers around his left arm. 'That's a good sign'. She knew the moment he believed this to be real, relaxing against her, and wished that they could stay that way forever. Willing herself to sound cheerful and unconcerned, she asked,

'So… why are you here?' She knew he was surprised, knew from experience that he probably had a lost expression, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Seconds seemed to tick by as she waited for him to answer her.

'I think I want be forgiven'. His voice was hesitant, uncertain. She felt him nod, the back of his head brushing the top of hers. 'Hmm, more than anything'.

Forgiveness? She hadn't expected that and the idea amused her. She spoke without really thinking, 'By who?'

She felt him shift behind her, taken aback by her words. He swallowed hard, enough for her to hear it. When he spoke, his voice was broken, little more than a whisper.

'But I let you die'.

Is that what he believed? She couldn't understand it. She hesitated over her response, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Was this death? Standing here, talking to him, touching him, but never able to see him? It's not so bad, she thought. It's enough. It has to be. She said the first thing that popped into her head.

'Boo-hoo'. She felt amused at the thought of his reaction to her statement. 'Poor little me'. There was more to say, so she pushed her amusement aside and asked him,

'Why can't you forgive yourself?'

She felt him lift his head, his concentration broken, and then… he was gone. She sighed and thought of all the things she'd wanted to say but hadn't. And now it was too late.

'I never blamed you, not once'. She refused to let it go unsaid.

'You came for me. That's all that matters'.

Author's Notes: If anyone's actually reading this and wondering who 'He' and 'She' actually are, then the clue is in the title and the titles of each chapter. If you are, let me know your ideas!