Ok because I realized how long this chapter originally was (something like 11k words), I divided it into two chapters, so it's going to say the next chapter is 'new', but it's just the other half of this one. But the one after it will be new, 'kay? ^-^

Thanks for the heartfelt reviews; they really push me forward. Without them, I don't think I'd have the strength to continue.

For the umpteenth time, she rolled over, winding her arms around the pillow and bringing it closer to her face.

"Trust me on this, just open up—I know you already have, and doesn't it feel great? A little more wouldn't hurt…the rest will come naturally. You know that." Serah sighed exasperatedly, shaking her sister's arm. "At least ack—"

"Serah, shut it before I suffocate you with this pillow."

"You first," Serah huffed, leaning back against the wall. Why couldn't Lightning see that she was trying to help her? Maybe she just doesn't to. "Claire, you've got so many bottled-up emotions, it's not good for you," she tried. She bit her lip. "What is it then, huh? Fear of being rejected? Are you afraid you don't know how? That you had to give up every single right to happiness and compassion when you became Lightning? A soldier? Well Claire, I don't think so—"

"SHUT UP!"

Serah shut her mouth as her sister suddenly viciously kicked off the covers and rounded on her, a faint snarl heard from the back of her throat; her eyes had a hostile blue-fire glint. She looked like she wanted to throttle her the way her hands shook, but Serah wasn't scared. She had been waiting for this. Her livid vulnerability. "How DARE you! You try fighting Serah, trying killing and see what that makes you—trying killing soldiers who don't know a damn other than what their superiors tell them—go out and find the man you despise, you hate with every fiber of your being and kill him slowly, slow enough that you can feel the life dripping from him and when that sweet, sick satisfaction rolls in, try to find that light-hearted happiness—"

"You didn't have to! You didn't have to join the military!"

Lightning slammed her hand against the pillow, growling and throwing it off the bed when it didn't alleviate the roused anger coursing through her. "Fuck I didn't have to Serah! I was fifteen, what the hell was I supposed to do? I wasn't going to let them separate us! I promised Mom I'd take care of you!"

Serah rubbed her eyes. Her heart tore at the thought of a young Claire debating her few options, struggling to come up with one that would support them and keep them together. And what was I doing to help? "All the more reason to change now—"

This isn't getting anywhere; we'll be up all night. "Shut up or get out of my room. I can't listen to this right now—"

"No, I've had enough of letting you hide yourself—I've had enough of accepting that fact that some things just can't be done around you, just can't be said around you—"

"Wow, way to switch the topic—did you seriously not just hear a word of what I've said?"

"I've had enough of smiling lovingly from the sidelines—I want to hug you and actually have you hold me back and I don't want it to happen on the chance you let your guard down! BECAUSE THAT'S NOT HOW A FAMILY SHOULD ACT!" Serah screeched, angrily wiping away hot tears. "Claire, you almost died—" She broke down, sobbing into her hands. "And you're acting like it was nothing…"

Lightning reached out a tentative hand only to have her sister jerk back as if stung. "Believe it or not, they are people who love you and they live right here in this house," she continued, her voice failing to convey the anger she felt. "Why can't you accept that? Why can't you at least let them know that you know? Snow…he tries so hard, and I know you can see it—I'm not saying you have to be buddies with him, but to just be nicer…just a little bit… Can't you? And Hope, that poor boy—he can't read your mind Claire."

"Serah—"

"See it from his perspective, don't be so dense! You're his heroine—and so much more—and you nearly died, saving him. How do you think he feels? Really think about it, you know how he dreams of protecting you—and what was just thrown in his face? He can't…at least not in the way he wants to." She waited for that to soak in before continuing on.

"Claire, you trust him. And we both know you have feelings for him—how deep they run only you know, but I know that love is more than a possibility, don't be afraid…" It was dark, but she could make out the glistening tears that were rolling down the soldier's cheek. She softened. "It takes time, I realize that." She scooted closer, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, shaking the tenseness from her. "We all care about you…open up more, ok? Don't be so hard on yourself. We won't let you down." Serah pulled away, using her free hand to gently wipe away her sister's tears; her heart warmed when Lightning let her.

As they both lay in bed, a certain disquiet unveiled in Serah, worry nibbling at her core. Her sister was a mess. Go out and find the man you despise, you hate with every fiber of your being…and kill him slowly. That had not flown past her. Light, you need help.

Dawn's weak morning light leaked in through the curtains of the kitchen window.

"Is he still asleep?"

Troubled, Snow nodded, swishing around some strong black coffee before taking the last gulp. He rubbed the growing stubble on his chin and for the first time, Lightning really took in his haggard appearance. "You didn't sleep well either?"

"It wasn't so much the not sleeping part, slept like a pound of flour…" It was a bold-faced lie; he was a deep sleeper, but hearing his wife and her sister yell at each other wasn't something he was accustomed to ignoring. "Frankly, it's the worry that's eating me up. I know the doctor said he would have trouble breathing…" Snow rubbed the back of his neck. "Lightning, I feel so responsible; he was in so much pain last night and there was nothing I could do…it wasn't like I could ask him what was wrong—he never woke up, but his breathing was horrible, like he had water, or holes, in his lungs. I was seriously considering scooping him up and bringing him to you…" But you were kinda busy.

She shifted her weight against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her, tapping the phone against her hip. "And what could I have done?"

"C'mon Sis, don't be like that." He was suddenly peering down at her, blue eyes oddly mature and serious. "I know you see it, you have to…right?" He shrugged. "I always feel better when Serah's around." He was staring at the rim of his mug and failed to see the pink-haired woman's interrogative glare.

A quiet patter down the stairs had both their attention. Serah waved, pulling a smile. "Morning," she greeted with forced cheerfulness. She received a grumbled response from her sister and a big bear hug from Snow. Serah peeked over the comfort of Snow's arms. "Sis, don't you want to change out of your uniform?"

"If I was planning on doing that, I wouldn't have put it on."

Serah sighed and pulled away. She noticed the dead kitchen. "Ok…I guess I'm making breakfast."

"I'll do dishes later," Lightning offered. She pushed herself away from the counter and left.

Snow was silent for a minute. "She can't hide that limp very well, can she?"

Serah's lip quivered. "She's trying real hard." She glanced at the phone. "I think you're going to have to do dishes."

"Did you hear Bartholomew's message?"

"Yup…"

"We could all go out for the day…"

Serah closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Snow's chest. "Lightning wouldn't go for it. Maker knows she thinks this whole thing is her fault and besides, she was practically trained to follow authority; she wouldn't get in the way of a parent."

Snow drummed his fingers on her back. "She also wouldn't force Hope."

"No…"

"So about last night—"

"Please Snow, I don't want to talk about it right now…not until I talk to Light some more, ok?"

Hey Squirt, what'd I tell ya? She found you.

His eyes shot open, having heard his voice ring clearly through his ears. Kirill… The thought vanished swiftly as his right shoulder gave a sharp involuntary jerk, drawing a faint whimper. Why am I still… He looked at the blankets, his surroundings dawning on him. I'm home. And he struggled out of bed, falling to a heap on the floor. Brilliant explosions of light, like fireworks, paraded over his vision. He didn't wait for it to pass, crawling blindly across the floor. He knew he had seen them all yesterday, but their faces were now hazy and distorted.

The fireworks faded, only to showcase heartbreaking tragedy.

Asnida's bloody battlefield, where those who had fought valiantly lost. Their bodies strewn amongst the rotting cie'th and calcified bones. In such a place, she appeared and in such a place she smiled—smiling to reassure the dead that she would believe in them forever.

His chest had constricted, barely giving his heart and lungs any room to function. He stood still, eyes mesmerized against their will by the swirling dismal gray patterns in the ash sky. He was released from the spell as a delicate arm ghosted over his shoulders.

"Is it time to return the favor already?" Pale as lusterless porcelain, lips painted dark, her peculiar fathomless opaque obsidian eyes bore down gently into his.

As if stemmed from her gaze, innate understanding unfurled within him; his eyes became glassy. She crooned in tragic sorrow, a long black nail tracing pityingly along his cheek. With a swift softness, she turned around; hidden ornaments and chains jingling, raven feathers falling from a mass of coal-black hair undefined by gravity.

A dirge of lamentation and grief filled the heavy, still air; from the ruins, she pulled the younger Farron from her fallen body; a transparent Serah stood up shakily and began to weep silently at the carnage around her. Rising from his mutilated and dismembered body, Snow stood motionless, once-spirited eyes now gray and dull. She beckoned to a pile of carcasses, Sazh materializing from it.

"Please don't," Hope whispered, frightened tears escaping, following her movements.

Long black nails grasped the emptiness above Lightning's stabbed and torn body—

"STOOOOP!"

"You CAN'T take her!"

Follow your instinct. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled him down on her lap, keeping him down as he started to struggle against her. "Lightning, don't leave me…I'm sorry, so sorry," he whimpered.

"Hope, wake up, I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere." She rubbed his side soothingly, giving him a slight pinch, laughing sadly when he twitched, dazed eyes wide open. "Not anywhere anytime soon."

"Light?" He turned slightly to look up at her.

An ashen face, only accentuated by the marring yellowing bruise beneath his eye; his eyes, stripped of their childish innocence, burdened with the first-hand cruelty of man. Cruelty that she had been unable to prevent. Lightning shook her head, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Did I do this? Was this my fault? She was convinced it was carelessness that had led to him being kidnapped, particularly her carelessness. And yet something told her the heavy blame was unfair to place on herself.

A gentle caress, an affectionate muss through an abundance of silver hair. Hope relaxed against her, staring listlessly at the wall in front of them. The signs of his nightmare had worn off.

And what could I have done?

C'mon Sis, don't be like that… I always feel better when Serah's around.

She made a small sound and rolled her eyes, attracting Hope's curious attention. She lightly touched the tip of his nose, seeing how long it was before he became cross-eyed. A little slow in responsiveness. She stroked his cheek, smiling when he did. "You need some water."

Her smile didn't reach her eyes and Hope focused on them, trying to figure out what was lurking behind those distressed, anxious, amazing blue irises.

She could feel his eyes on her as she maneuvered around the kitchen, sliding pancakes onto a place, pouring batter in to a pan, pulling orange juice from the fridge. She turned around, giggling as she realized he was still giving a dazed smile as if she was the best thing his eyes had ever set their sight on. "What?" she asked self-consciously. "I'm just making breakfast."

"Food…and my wife; those things just go together like peanut butter and jelly."

She rolled her eyes. "You should've kept your mouth closed."

He grinned, quickly scaling it down to a smaller size, but it was already too late; the movement had stretched the cuts and tiny silvers of pain burned across his face. "No, it's the way you do it…you've got this small, tender smile as if you really put love into every bite."

Serah looked up from the plate that would be Snow's and smiled shyly. "Wouldn't it taste better that way?"

"Can I help?"

She looked down at the little sleepy-eyed boy. "Good morning Dajh, is your dad up?"

"Nope."

"Then why don't you go wake him up?"

"'Kay." And Dajh tottered off with a certain yellow fuzzball in his hair.

An enticing aroma slowly filled the air and as Serah turned around to pour her husband a cup of fresh coffee, she could almost forget that they were all recovering from serious injuries, that they didn't have to worry about any aftershocks or emotional relapses—that it was just a pleasingly mundane morning. And maybe…we could even build a snowman outside. Her absentmindedness shattered when Lightning led a bed-headed youth into the kitchen by the hand.

Lightning's new leaf in action? Serah smiled warmly. "Ready for breakfast?" she asked brightly. "Sit at the table, I'll bring you a plate." Claire's face was anything but cheerful; her gaze was hard as she scrutinized the food.

"Yeah, let's all eat in front of Hope," the soldier retorted bitterly, leaving Hope and heading for the cabinet.

His shoulders slumped. "What? I can't eat anything?" Hope looked longingly at the plate of heavenly syrup-laden thick pancakes topped with fresh colorful fruit. He couldn't even remember his last meal and the thought of warm food made his stomach growl loudly. Cheeks reddening, he looked down.

"Oh Hope, I'm so sorry; the doctor said you can't eat anything solid right away—I completely forgot, totally went over my head, I'm so sorry," Serah rushed out, spreading out her hands, wishing she could erase his crestfallen face. "I'll make some oatmeal ok? And um, we don't have any, but I can call Lynn and she can bring by some yogurt…"

"Come on," Lightning said gently, nudging Hope toward the chairs.

Feeling ashamed, Serah pulled out another bowl and the ingredients for oatmeal.

The water was calling to him, swirling refreshingly around in the glass. He watched her as she set it down in front of him. She didn't say anything, but he knew what she expected him to do. His arms felt like they were incased in concrete; his shoulder came alive with throbbing pain, his attempt to raise his arm was pathetic and he pressed his lips tightly together, trying not to glare childishly at the glass.

"Ah everyone's already up… Hey Hope." Sazh ruffled the silveret's hair, pressing down a few wild locks; Snow laughed quietly.

"Don't distract him from his training session."

Sazh snatched his hand away. "Oh pardon me. Good morning Serah."

"Morning! Grab yourself a plate here and can you hand this one to sis?"

Just grasp it, don't be so weak. But his hand wouldn't obey. He closed his eyes once more when he felt cool fingers wrap around his own, pressing them against the glass. "Hope." She held the water to his lips. "It's going to take time."

Serah finally joined everyone else at the table, sharing a smile with Snow; all eyes were casting inconspicuous glances at the tender interactions between the soldier and the boy. Sazh chuckled and shook his head, spreading butter across a piece of toast. "Oh you two," he said and left it at that.

Lightning stared at her full plate and sighed. She looked at Hope's untouched oatmeal, biting her lip.

Sensing a weakness, Hope scooted closer, drawing Light's attention. "Just a little bite? I can handle a little bite."

"Hehe, getting all cute won't work," Snow laughed, licking syrup off his fingers; he earned a disgusted look from Lightning.

"Well, not from you anyway," Serah pointed out, handing him a napkin.

A gleeful smile formed on Hope's face. "It's not 'cute', it's called tactical persuasion," he said, happily accepting the offered piece of pancake. Only after did he see Light's arched eyebrow.

"Tactical persuasion, huh?" she said wryly.

"Ah, soldier girl's got a gentle heart—we all know that," Sazh said, standing up and bringing his plate to the kitchen. "Serah, these pancakes were delicious."

"Oh, help yourself to more—I made plenty."

"Don't mind if I do. Dajh you better get your fingers from that syrup."

The six-year-old stopped in mid-dip, slowly pulling his index finger back in awe and fear. His daddy hadn't even been looking at him…

The older man cleared his throat, heading back to the table. "Now folks, I can you tell right now, we've got a tiring day of unknown events ahead of us. Everyone's hurting, I understand that and Light, I apologize for bringing it out in the open, but I see it in your eyes and that's a road none of us—especially Hope—wanna see you go down." He put his hands on the table, looking at her gravely. "What happened was not your fault, not in any way, shape or form." He pointed a finger at Hope. "That goes for you too; I see the way you're lookin' at everybody and it's only going to get worse when the doctor comes."

A curt knock on the door had everyone momentarily frozen. Lightning's heart sped up, her grip intensifying on the fork; Serah shared her stricken look. It's too soon. He doesn't even know yet.

Sazh waved his hand dismissively. "Speak of the devil."

"Um, I'll get it," Serah quipped nervously. She slid from her chair slowly and took her time getting to the door.

"No somber faces now, we're all together," Sazh said.

"Amen," Snow said quietly, pushing his plate away.

"Oh…um, good morning, you're here early." Her voice was filled with odd relief.

"Yes, yes I am. Mind if I step in? Of course not—oh shame!" Dr. Wright had only barely stepped into the house and already wrong filled his sight. Lightning was sitting in the chair, her bruised leg stretched out at an angle that implied she was in pain, but it didn't end there. He zeroed in on her hand, which held a silver fork; he connected it to Hope, who was chewing happily and was only half an arm's length away from her. He furrowed his brows disapprovingly.

"Farron—"

"Don't start with me," Lightning said simply, shaking her head. She was in no mood to justify why Hope was being allowed to eat solid food. She handed him the fork and Hope immediately tried to stab a piece of an apple with a weak grasp. Maker, you haven't eaten a real meal in days, have you?

"Really, the pancakes are soft and the fruit…well no harm in fruit, right?" Serah gave a little laugh and closed the door behind him.

"What's up, Doc?" Snow asked, clasping his hands behind his neck, strolling towards him with leisurely steps.

"Just here to check progress…well, and some other stuff, but we'll get to it when we do. Sit down on the couch." The doctor set his medical case down, observing the way Lightning made her way to the living room. Her face was practically impassive, though the way she favored her left leg told otherwise. "Lightning, have Snow help you, you really shouldn't be…" He sighed at her dirty look. "I feel like nothing but scum when you look at me like that. Well, when we get our shipment of prosthetic legs, I'll call you and you can tell us how they work, alright?"

Hope narrowed his eyes and Sazh, who had caught the slight glare, coughed before laughing. "Have mercy, did anyone else just see that? Kid's picking up Lightning's mannerisms."

All eyes turned on him and he lowered his gaze. He didn't appreciate the doctor's sardonic harshness. You don't know what she went through. "That wasn't funny," he mumbled.

Her lips twitched into the slightest smile and Lightning found a tiny blush reddening her cheeks. Dr. Wright pulled the coffee table—Snow helping him when it hardly moved—and sat on the edge. "No it wasn't, I suppose…it was rather tasteless. I apologize. Moving on…"

Sazh grabbed Hope's shoulder. "Go on and sit down. I'll get Dajh to stay in the room for a bit."

Lightning gave Snow a dull look when he sat on her right side, making her the first person to be examined. "You know, I really think your face needs more medical care."

Snow blinked, reaching up to touch his face. "I thought it was healing rather nicely."

Lightning scrutinized his face and shook her head, gesturing his whole face. "Maybe he could do something with all of that," she mused, a touch of skepticism in her voice, hinting that in fact, nothing could be done.

"Sorry, I don't do facial reconstruction…and even if I did," Dr. Wright studied Snow, who was looking more lost and wounded by the minute, "I doubt I'd ever be that good…"

"Oh shut up you two," Serah scolded, poking her head out from behind Snow's arm. "I'm the one married to him!"

"Yeah I suppose you do have it worse," Lightning muttered, hiding a wince as a nagging pain flared up slightly in her side.

"Claire! You're so mean—that's not what I meant Snow," Serah assured hastily, clutching her husband's wide-eyed face. "I meant that since I'm married to you, only my opinion should count and I think you're beautiful, in a masculine way of course—Claire's just jealous because—"

"Oh yeah because I'm not beautiful in a masculine way, right?"

"We're wasting time, can I examine someone now?"

"No because you don't have a husband!"

The doctor gave Serah a strange look. "Last time I checked, the requirements didn't mention anything about having to be married to a ma—"

"Grrr, no I wasn't talking to you!"

Lightning crossed her legs and leaned back. "Well after seeing you two at it, I think I'm pretty much scarred."

Sazh raised an eyebrow, coming back down the stairs. "And what were you doing watching them?"

Light gave him a cool look. "You watched them too."

Serah and Snow blanched; Hope looked utterly confused, sitting down next to Lightning, waiting to be included.

"The marriage," she supplied dryly, rolling her eyes. "We all watched them get married. You guys are disgusting."

"What about me?" Hope questioned.

"What about you?" Lightning asked, elbowing him gently. A shy grin lit up his face and reflex had him trying to push away her elbow.

Realizing that her sister was trying her hand at being uncharacteristically playful, Serah smiled. "I still think you're jealous."

"Shows how much you really know about your older sister."

Serah giggled. I guess so.

With the first few rings, the laughter and smiles drained from their faces, except for Hope's and the doctor's. Wright had nothing to expect from such a trivial thing as a ringing phone and Hope didn't know or care who was calling, but what peaked his interest was the shoulder he was leaning contentedly against suddenly tensed. And with his quick mind and the way Light's eyes took on a somber shade, he knew it wasn't good news and that it wasn't new news either. Why don't I know about it? "Lightning?"

"Sis? Let me get it, ok? You shouldn't be walking."

"Babe, maybe I should get it; a stern, assertive voice—"

Sazh leaned back against the couch. "And don't forget loud. I'll handle it. Besides, I need to get up anyway—who knows what Dajh's getting himself into upstairs."

What is it? Bag on Snow day? The blond looked at Serah. "Didn't I build the fastest boat?" He could stand being made fun of; he knew it was nothing serious and hell, if Light joined in, it was worth it. But when it starts to sound like they doubt me…I mean really, how could I screw up answering a stupid phone? We all know who it is anyway; I'd be discreet.

Tuning out their conversations, the bronze-haired man carefully unclipped the thin metal clasp on Hope's wrist bandages and slowly started unwrapping the strips of gauze. "The nerves in your arms aren't dead, the connection, if you will, is just a bit stretched and like with any sore muscle, exercise surprisingly enough gets rid of the pain." Hope was quiet. "Does it already hurt?" he asked sympathetically.

Lightning looked down when Hope turned his body against her as if seeking to hide. Well I certainly can't stop you from feeling pain, but… With her free arm, she reached over her shoulder, fingers working to unfasten the pauldron, pulling it off; Hope hid his face behind her shoulder the moment it was gone.

"I'll take that as a yes." The man looked down at the exposed wrist before him, feeling a phantom pain tingle in his own wrist. The skin was broken and chafed, four oblique gashes standing out. He frowned, trying to see how it was related. "We probably didn't see this before due to the fact that the whole area was rather inflamed, but the swelling has gone down some, and these markings are uncharacteristic…to any kind of shackle, thought it could be…no, these look like claw marks. Hope, did something attack you?"

"Please don't," he whimpered pitifully, trying to back away. The chains were bolted to the floor, preventing him from going any further. He kept his eyes on the ground, but when the creature gave a grotesque mocking whimper, terrified eyes shifted their gaze up, pupils dilating at the sickening monster looming over him, its mouth wide open, revealing decaying canines.

The shadow on wall grew, foretelling the deformed cie'th's actions. Hope shut his eyes and struggled to bring his arms up to his face in time to defend himself from the brutal blows. A whoosh of wind, a high-pitched scream as sharpened claws ripped into fragile skin.

A mighty swing sent the boy flying to the side; the crack of bone, the increased difficulty of breathing. Once more, the crack of bone…

His body had acted automatically, lurching over the soldier's lap to empty his stomach. Lightning jumped at the sudden onrush of thick warm liquid running down her legs and in turn, felt her throat give a strong gag; she covered her mouth with one hand, the other one grasping the back of Hope's shirt, keeping him from falling off.

Snow came to her rescue, scooping the teenager from her lap, unable to resist a small grin as the stoic, serious soldier stuck her tongue out, gagging once more.

Serah came rushing with a towel. "Don't worry Sis, we'll get this cleaned up," she said quickly. As soon as she wiped down her sister's legs, Lightning took her chances and sprinted up the stairs.

The look on Dr. Wright's face was enough to break someone's heart. "Her leg," he all but wailed. He sighed heavily and rolled up the bloody bandages. "How're you feeling Hope?" he asked.

The flashback had faded quickly to the point that it left no trace behind, leaving Hope to feel ashamed and embarrassed. He hung his head, despite Snow's lame attempts at cheering him up.

"Oh it's not that bad, she'll forgive you. At least she didn't deck you."

I threw up on her! How is that not bad? Hope cringed as Serah knelt down. "Serah, at least let me—"

"Oh it's alright. Besides, your arms need to recover, don't they?" Serah smiled. "Don't worry about Claire, she's got a strong stomach that's for sure, but when it comes to vomiting and especially on her, she's a baby." She giggled, happy that she could giggle about it. "She's probably irritated that everyone saw that such a minor thing could evoke such a reaction from her."

Snow snickered. "Did you see the way she gagged? I thought for sure she was gonna hurl—ha, at least you two would've been even," he joked, tousling Hope's silver hair. Hope made a face and tried to get away, but with Snow's arm casually around his neck and shoulders, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Sorry Doctor, but we're gonna have to reschedule this visit," Sazh said, rubbing his 'fro and staring at the mess Serah was cleaning up. "Gross."

Serah beamed. "You wanna do it?"

The physician ran a hand through his hair. "I can't keep putting this off; the military wants to move in and run a diagnosis on you guys and before that happens, they need a medical report. My job was to bring William in and have him test Hope; I'm sure the kid's sick of those spasms." He stood up packing his bag, winking at Hope. "Don't worry, though. You're in good hands. We just want to be able to tell you what happened.

"I'll come back tomorrow and be prepared, I won't be alone, so you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. I'll leave some pain medication on the counter; blue's for Hope, white's for Light."

Serah sighed when he left. "One down, one more to go, right?" Her blue eyes glistened and she offered Hope a sad smile, who returned it with an uncertain one of his own.

Snow massaged the teenager's shoulders roughly before releasing him. "C'mon guys. Serah wanted to build a snowman." His wife flashed him a grateful look. Let's sweat out some stress with a snowball fight.

Sazh nodded his approval. "I'll dress Dajh."

I love Dr. Wright :) And poor Light-vomit's never fun, even if it's from someone you care about -.-