Title: Vulnerable
Summary: Between everyone is a wall, a wall of misunderstanding and confusion. But what happens when that wall is torn down?
A/N: So. I'm typing this as I sit in the airport, waiting for my plane to come which is about in like, in 3 hours. Dx Some little kid kept screaming the whole time here, so I got no sleep. Blame him if this sucks.

Between every soul, between every member of the group, is an invisible wall. A curtain of confusion and a line of misunderstanding. Where the truth and the lies blur, and are left to be unexplained and impossible to read.

But what happens when this wall is torn down? When the curtain is ripped?

They were so vulnerable. So miserable, and fragile.

Before, they saw an enemy. An obstacle to their life time goal, to their mission, and to their honor. They were just another piece of dirt in each other's eyes, a peasant, a horrible prince, and even worse a monster.

That wall, that curtain, that boundary, had been a line of hate. And only hate.

It pushed them apart, pulling and pushing, leaving only scars of battle and scars to their hearts. They were safe behind their little walls of hate, where they pretended to be okay, and pretended to be someone they were not.

But now, under the shimmering lights of the catacombs, it has been destroyed.

"I'm sorry..."

"That's something we have in common."

Their wall disappeared and they became one, a whole, and no longer distant.

Once that wall was gone, a curtain of security and a whole different identity, they truly saw each other for the first time. They saw a person so connected to them, so alike to them, but yet so opposite. They saw the emotions they knew all to well, all to close, and all to dangerous.

Afraid. Grief. Alone. Misery. Pain.

But yet, they were so close. Just so close. Just barely out of reach. Just a tiny bit more, and everything else would vanish. They were scared, but inside, they were reaching and yearning for the person who understood them. The tears would fall, the pain would come, but they never stopped looking for each other in the crowd. Their hearts searched and searched, their souls screaming for something to lean against. They fought their feelings, but they were scared. And they needed someone.

Each other.

So vulnerable, they were, without a mask to hide their outer exterior.