AN - Ok so HOPEFULLY I didn't leave you hanging for too long. Between bus trips, calls and lunch breaks I managed to get this written, so LET'S GET IT DONE I'M GONNA GO HOLD MY BREATH NOW.

Lightning crept through the forest ruins, looking for any sign of this Nam'taar she was told about. Aside from a golden ring around its head, green body and a white face, Lucyn gave no other details, simply shrugging and stating that she'd know it when she saw it. She desperately wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt for Fang's sake, but the cynical side of her simply laughed and told her not to be so naive. Lightning was being led into a trap, and she knew it.

A derisive laugh at her own expense cut through the silence of the environment as she thought about how in the end, she and Fang were perfect together because they were just as damn stubborn as each other. Was it arrogance to want to hunt this mark to rub it in his smug face? Or to come back with the head of the beast to spite him, so she could well and truly prove that there was nobody better suited to Fang than herself? With a slow sigh, she cut vines from her path and manoeuvred around broken stone statues to find a cavern that seemed to swallow all light itself with its ominous jagged stone maw.

"Why do I continuously put myself in these situations?" Lightning muttered aloud to herself. She laughed and rolled her eyes at her own question. "Because you're an idiot in love, that's why. Idiot."

She set her blade alight with a flamestrike and stepped into the mouth of the cave. The flickering fire gave movement to every shadow as she moved deeper down into the surface. Lightning shivered at how cold it was through the dark tunnel, the dampness not helping improve her mood any. After a ways, she turned a bend and suddenly was blinded by the sheer amount of light pouring into her vision.

Lowering her hand slowly, Lightning gasped and extinguished her blade. She had stumbled upon a temple in a natural amphitheater that reminded her of the springs back at Sulyya. "Amazing…" She whispered to herself. Deep green moss covered the ruins, merging man with nature in an ethereal way. The sunlight dripped through from a large opening high above, giving enough warmth to stop the pinkette from feeling like she was trekking through a damp freezer.

She crouched down and washed her hands in a nearby stream and chanced a drink. The water was clear, fresh and cool and it helped soothe some of her frayed nerves. Lightning knelt on the ground to steady herself and took a deep breath, listening to the wilderness around her. As she stilled her movements and extended her senses like Fang had been teaching her, she could hear the most subtle of creaks and groans coming from near the temple. Birds nesting in the ominous statue at the front of the temple scattered at the sound, and Lightning looked up at the huge monument in awe.

Its size was utterly massive, around the same mass as the Palamecia. The statue dwarfed the temple itself and Lightning figured that was a good a place as any to start her hunting. She stood and dusted the dirt from her knees and made her way cautiously towards the temple ruins, blade still drawn. Wondering whether this was an old Pulsian structure or possible from some civilization that came before, Lightning filed the thought away to ask Khosrow later, if the General even knew this place existed.

A low drone rung out through the amphitheater, causing her to halt in her steps at the foot of the statue. Lightning marveled at the sculpting, the sheer size of the monolith likely taking years, if not decades to finish. She wondered if it was a homage to an old god, or just some old decadent artwork from a culture possibly lost to the ages. It had a very human, white marble face and a deep green body that reminded her of a behemoth. With an impressive wingspan carved from stone and metal that ran either side of its face, there was an eerie gold ring that looked like an enormous crown that circled the entire head. It reminded her of the one that once surrounded Orphan.

The memory filled her with creeping dread as she stared at the statue, and gripped the hilt of her blade until her knuckles whitened. Its white marble eyes shifted down to stare at her, and she felt the blood rush from her face. Green body. White face. Golden ring.

"Oh for fuck's sake."

The statue's jaw suddenly dropped in an ear-piercing roar that sent Lightning scrambling back out of the way, clutching at her head. "Nam'taar is a damned Fal'Cie." She surmised with a grimace, immediately calling forth every shield, buff and edge she could think of. This monstrosity was far bigger than anything she'd seen before, and could have practically swallowed Barthandelus in a single bite. Lightning called forth as much fire as she could summon and sent it hurtling forward into the face of the Fal'Cie. Her action only seemed to spur it forward, breaking free from the stone temple and lurching forward with thunderous steps.

"Odin, if you're still about somewhere I could sure use some help round about now…" Lightning muttered as a clawed hand came smashing down on the ground, sending her soaring back into the scrub. There was nothing but a void in her chest where her eidolon's power once resided, giving a resigned curse and standing up on shaky legs. "Guess I'm on my own then."

The amphitheater suddenly was set ablaze with a blinding white light from the Fal'Cie and Lightning let her legs operate on instinct, sprinting out of the way. She threw her namesake at the great monster, fire, water, ice, whatever she could spring forth from her fingertips.

"I know what you are."

The voice reverberated in the cavern, through Lightning's head and it caused her legs to fail her, sending her crashing to the dirt. She rolled a few times before coming to a stop, slamming hard against a tree. Staring up at the Fal'Cie and noticing a few chips in its face where she'd managed to at least dent its face, Lightning smiled and gave it a gesture with her sword.

"You are a Fal'Cie killer."

"Damn right I am," She panted, holding onto her ribs and trying to heal them as she struggled to stand. Lightning felt at least two broken, and who knows how much bruising would be there if she removed the garments. "You want to join your friends?" She yelled at the monstrosity.

"I am the harbinger of death. All Gran Pulse will burn, no matter the lands they choose to call home. You are the only one that will meet your end today." It boomed, marble eyes lighting up and preparing to burn her from the earth she knelt on. The pinkette looked up at the sky with a tight throat and a tear escaping her eye.

"Sorry, Fang. Guess I overreached after all."

"Light!"

The pinkette opened her eyes just in time to see Ragnarok land in front of her, shielding her from the Fal'Cie's fire. Fang grabbed Lightning in her arms and leapt high out of the amphitheater, away from Nam'taar's outstretched claws. It roared in rage and began to climb out after them.

The beast landed and knelt once they were out of immediate danger. She delicately took Lightning's face in her clawed hands. "You... Ok?" Fang asked. Lightning nodded and groaned at the injury to her side.

"Your friend sucks, Fang. Sucks." She clipped, gripping her sword and staring the roaring Fal'Cie down as it emerged from the hole in the top of the mountain they found themselves on. Fang bowed her maned head and gave a sad whine in her throat.

"We need… To leave." Ragnarok said pointedly and made a move to escape. She was halted by the hand on her face, guiding it back to meet a fierce cerulean gaze.

"No. We're staying, and we're finishing this. This Fal'Cie threatens Cal'Mah as much as Orphan threatened Cocoon, regardless of whether that asshole Lucyn landed me in a death trap. We are Fal'Cie killers, so let's kill this damn Fal'Cie so we can go the hell home." Lightning growled defiantly while Fang looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

Nam'taar bellowed in anger and towered over the landscape. "Any ideas… For something that… Big?" Ragnarok uttered in broken speech, taking a few cautious steps back and pulling at Lightning to get her to follow. An explosion suddenly slammed into the marble and metal face, sending it careening backwards. Lightning turned and saw their warship coming into view, firing repeatedly at the Fal'Cie.

"Does the Calvary help?" She quipped with a grin, bringing her hands around and shunting them forward, a massive flare erupting from her palms. Fang rolled her white irises and shook her head.

"In love… With a mad woman…" She sighed, launching into the air with a savage howl. Lightning stood and healed her ribs, flinching as a strong hand landed on her shoulder. She knew who it was before turning and sighed with relief. Khosrow moved into her view, blade drawn and at the ready, staring up at Fang who was laying into the face of the enormous Fal'Cie with ferocity.

"When I asked if Fang knew how to show a woman a good time, you know I was joking, right? If this is a normal day for the two of you no wonder you're both as stubborn as the gates of Valhalla. I mean this with all the branches extended of friendship and peace but if this really is a normal day for you both, get the hell off my island." The General muttered, causing Lightning to laugh despite the situation they found themselves in. The pinkette gave her a feral grin and nodded her head towards Nam'taar.

"Tell you what, Khosrow. We destroy this bastard, your descendants will still be talking about you in another five hundred years."

Khosrow positively beamed and rushed forward alongside Lightning. "Aye, but only if I get a fancy statue like your betrothed."

"We're not getting married Khosrow," Lightning replied with a scowl. They both leapt out of the way of a beam of fire spewing from the Fal'Cie's eyes and landed hard in the dirt. Khosrow gave a shrill battle yell and dove into the fray, hacking and slashing at Nam'taar's fingers like they were merely vines in the way of her destination. She glanced back at Lightning with a savage grin and winked.

"Yet, mad snake. Yet. Lucyn wasn't lying about the Hunter's Trials prior to asking the hand of the Yun! You're not getting married as you say, but if you manage to fell this beast you all but will be! I think I'm going to call you mad snake from now on!"

The warship continued to take potshots at the Fal'Cie, driving it back into the amphitheatre. While Fang dug her claws in where she could, Khosrow moved her blade with deadly accuracy and Lightning threw every element she could at it before she was spent. It fell back into the chasm, crashing into the temple with a force that made the land shake. They stared down into the hole to find they'd barely made a dent, Nam'taar rising again with a beam of fire lancing into the sky.

"For the love of Etro, this is ridiculous." Khosrow complained, wiping sweat from her brow. "This thing could crush Cal'Mah in a matter of steps. How do we ever hope to destroy something this big?"

Lightning stared at Fang as she healed the cuts on the beastial form. When white irises met cerulean she knew what would stop the Fal'Cie. She smiled softly and turned back to the General. "Simple. We get bigger."

Fang's head tilted in confusion before her eyes widened. "No. Light. Dangerous."

"Not like we have a choice, Fang. I trust you. Trust me too." They stood close and Fang gently took her hands, reminding both of when they were falling away from each other in Eden. "Khosrow, you might want to stand back." Lightning warned, the General narrowing her eyes but heeding the order.

"Ready?" Fang asked, looking into Lightning's eyes with nothing but love. The pinkette nodded and leant in, kissing Fang gently.

"This time we go together. And we both go home after."

A bright light enveloped them, pulsing out from their hands. Lightning felt strange, like she was floating, soaring higher into the air as she held onto Fang. A presence brushed her awareness, and she tried to look around but saw only white.

"It's ok Light, I'm here. Takes a bit to get used to." Fang's voice entered her mind, warm and comforting. "The first time I did this, Vanille hid. I wasn't able to find her. I couldn't complete the focus without her. I'm glad she did."

"Me too." Lightning chuckled, reaching out and feeling familiar skin. Fang stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the pinkette, hearing the contented murmur against her chest.

"Come on, I think we've got a job to finish, yeah?"

From the plains beyond their awareness, Khosrow fell backwards onto the ground at the sheer size of the true form of Ragnarok. The real World Ender from their legends. She could have laughed when she saw Nam'taar emerge from the amphitheatre again, a look of shock on its marble face.

Earthquakes shook the ground as Ragnarok leapt from the earth and slammed into the Fal'Cie with a brutal roar. It gripped onto Nam'taar's face with its many clawed hands and with a savage pull, removed the stone face from its body, leaving the internal mechanisms exposed. Somewhere between monster and machine, Nam'taar struggled with newfound fear that it had never experienced in all the millennia it had stalked the world.

Despite the chaos unfolding outside, Lightning wasn't entirely aware of it. She just floated while Fang took hold of her and directed Ragnarok where it needed to go. A loving smile crossed her face and she ran her hand gently down the side of the Pulsian's face. Fang finally came into view, looking radiant and beautiful, and Lightning couldn't wipe the smile from her features.

"Goddess… Why do I feel so…" Lightning couldn't find the words to describe what she felt. She could only float peacefully, hoping that whatever was going on outside her immediate awareness wasn't anything life threatening.

Fang's chuckling brought her lazily back to awareness. "Part of Ragnarok's power comes from the rage. Anger. Pain. Sorrow. Despair. All the things you're just as good at like I am."

"Not anymore, Fang. I don't feel like that when I'm with you." Lightning replied softly, drawing Fang down into a passionate kiss. They held each other and floated in the white nothingness, just content on exploring each other's bodies while a battle raged outside of them.

"Well you certainly won't feel it here. Ragnarok takes it all and uses it as it needs to. Which just leaves us. Here and now. Together."

Lightning decided she liked the feeling, once all the negative emotions had been drained from her that had constantly nipped at her heels. Happiness. That's what it was. True happiness and contentment, safety and love. The things she never thought she'd be given the opportunity to feel, and she was getting to have it all, with a woman she'd unwittingly given her heart to. The freedom that came from letting go of the pain, of the past, and holding onto the future.

"I love you, Fang."

"I love you too, Light."

Ragnarok roared in triumph as it stood over the body of the Fal'Cie, torn to pieces. It glanced around and saw the distant mountains on the island, and with a flying leap headed off towards the forest. Khosrow stood in shock as she surveyed the corpse of Nam'taar with an awed expression. The fight had been quick, brutal and beyond ferocious. The Death Herald never stood a chance against the World Ender.

The warship landed nearby and Vanille came running out of one of the exits. She grabbed the General and started checking her for signs of serious injuries. Khosrow frowned and batted the young girl away with an annoyed sound. "There is time for coddling later, Dia. We need to follow Ragnarok, make sure Fang and Lightning are alright." She chided the redhead. Vanille nodded and started dragging the Pulsian leader back towards the ship.

Khosrow took a moment as she made the first steps onto the vessel, and looked around it in amazement. While it was littered with what was obviously Cocoon technology, they had painstakingly restored any of the Pulsian design, traditional prayers and culture of her people. She breathed slowly as she was led to the bridge and touched Vanille's shoulder gently. "You all really do believe in reuniting the people and preserving Gran Pulse, don't you?" She asked, hopeful in her tone.

Vanille simply nodded and opened the door to the bridge. She waved at everyone and headed straight for the nearest console, leaving Khosrow standing awkwardly in the doorway.

"Hello, I'm Sazh Katzroy, the ship's captain. Honoured to meet you, Cal'Mah Zan Khosrow." He said, bowing and greeting her warmly. The General nodded and folded her arms, looking out at the lands beyond from the huge window. They set off, not having to travel very far or search very hard. There was a path of destruction where the enormous size of Ragnarok had plowed through the forest, but thankfully far from civilisation. The trail began to shrink, presumably from the two women returning to normal size. The three of them exited the ship when it hovered at the edge of the forest clearing, and ran along the large trail, hoping to find their friends alright.

Sazh yelped and averted his gaze immediately when they stumbled upon a small glade to find Lightning and Fang unconscious, naked and limbs entwined. Vanille giggled and Khosrow elbowed her in the ribs. "Not a bad way to wind up after saving an entire population, hey Dia?" The General quipped, leaning up against a tree while the redhead ran off with Sazh to get them spare clothes.

Lightning's eyes fluttered open and she stared up at Fang from her spot, nestled against the Pulsian's chest. "Hi," she whispered quietly, and Fang glanced down slowly with a smile.

"Hi yourself," she replied, leaning down and kissing the pinkette leisurely. "Nice way to wake up, thought I'd prefer a bed."

"That can be arranged if you two would stop being so damn lazy!" Khosrow called out from her place by the tree, startling both women who scrambled for dignity. The General laughed and waved dismissively. "Oh please. We all have the same parts, surprisingly. I expected some scales at least, mad snake."

Lightning hissed at her, partially in jest and buried herself further against Fang's chest, hiding in the crook of her neck. Vanille returned alone with a change of clothes for the women and they quickly got changed to restore some of their decency. Khosrow gave them an appreciative once over and nodded back in the direction of the ship.

"Come on you two, while this vessel of yours turned the tide in the battle for our victory, it did show up unannounced. We will need to head back to the city before someone declares war."

"If they haven't already…" Lightning muttered, annoyed that it was just one thing after another. Her frustration evaporated in an instant when she felt Fang's arm slide around her waist and pull her in close. It was strange, since merging with her and becoming the full form of Ragnarok she felt… Lighter. It was a foreign feeling that left her constantly smiling. There was something she couldn't place but it filled her with joy nonetheless.

Slipping her hand into Fang's, she leant close and nuzzled against the tattooed shoulder as they made their way back to the ship. "You going to be ok?" She felt the arm she leant on immediately tense, but it was a necessary line of questioning.

"Khosrow," Fang called out, her lips thin in distaste. "What's to be done with Lucyn?" She asked, desperate for the answer and dreading it all the same. The General stiffened at the man's name and growled.

"He sent Lightning into danger and awakened one of the most dangerous Fal'Cie Cal'Mah has ever known to walk these lands. You may have saved us in the long run by destroying Nam'taar, but the fact remains that he didn't just put you at risk, but the entire city. That Fal'Cie would wake up every couple of hundred years, destroy a good chunk of the city before he ran out of energy and then go back to sleep for a century or so." She paused and took a breath, turning to place an apologetic hand on Fang's shoulder. "I know he is your friend, Fang."

"Was," the brunette corrected. "Nobody that puts my telmari at risk is someone I'm willing to call friend." It hurt her to voice her pain, but it hurt her more that someone she considered her family would even think to have done something so malicious.

"He will be dealt with." Khosrow replied tersely.

They all remained silent as they travelled back to the city in one of the smaller craft that was on the deck, Fang surveying the lands from the window. There was barely any wildlife visible along the plains, save for one shambling Cie'th. Khosrow noticed it as well and shrugged.

"Eh, we get them from time to time if someone has not heeded the shutdown warnings and gotten caught. I'll send out a party to put it out of its misery when we get back."

The ship was surrounded by guards and delegates alike when it landed, and Khosrow steeled her shoulders, preparing herself for the onslaught of diplomatic frustrations as soon as the door slid open. She expected a cluster of noise but instead received only silence. To her surprise, as soon as Lightning and Fang joined her on the walkway, everyone in the surrounds kneeled.

"What's the meaning of this bluster?" Khosrow demanded as Jano made his way through the crowd and bowed with a solemn look on his face. When he straightened, there was the barest hint of a wry smile on his face.

"The argument in the chamber ended the moment Nam'taar was destroyed by you and the travelers. It would appear that all it took to earn their trust was to kill the most deadly Fal'Cie in our modern history."

"They don't set the bar too high now, do they?" Khosrow shook her head in disbelief and then scanned the crowd as they all slowly stood. "Where is Lucyn? He is to be brought to the council chambers immediately." She clipped, cold in tone. Jano's expression fell and he motioned for them to follow. The trio followed him to the halls inside, away from all the prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. He pulled a piece of parchment from his robes. He bowed again and handed it to Fang.

"Lucyn requested that I give this to you, in the wake of his… Departure."

The others stared in disbelief as Fang took the papers with shaky hands. In the envelope had an old photo of herself, Vanille and Lucyn playing around by the river when they were children. She felt the lump rising in her throat as she opened the letter and began to read it.

Fang,

I don't believe you will ever forgive me for what I have done. I don't expect forgiveness for my sins. Etro saved me that day I was torn from the lands, gave me a new focus. I awoke from crystal twenty years ago for the sole purpose of serving as the bridge between our worlds, as you have for the other side. That was my task, but I couldn't let go of the past and let my bitterness overwhelm me. I am a coward. I have failed in my duty to my people and my friendship that should have been as strong as the throne of Valhalla itself. I once begged you not to lose your heart, and now I am responsible for taking it from you.

I don't have long before the brand consumes me for my refusal to complete my focus. I am, as you say, finding my own road to hell. But I am sorry, for everything.

Lucyn

"He… He was still branded?" Fang asked aloud, tears stinging at her eyes. She turned her gaze towards the exit, out to the fields beyond. Khosrow took the letter carefully from her hands and read over it before matching the brunette's line of sight. Lightning leant in and read over her shoulder and gasped.

"Gods, that Cei'th we saw on the way back…"

They all fell silent, conflicted. Justice was served on one hand, but still. A lot of history vanished into the body of a ghoul. Khosrow reached up and touched Fang's shoulder gently, bringing her gaze back. "Fang, what do you…"

"What you'd already planned to do with it in the first place." Fang replied with a sense of finality. She couldn't keep looking back to the past all the time. "Lucyn made his choice for what was, I am making a choice for what will be. For all of us."

Khosrow nodded solemnly and signalled for Jano. "What say the rest of those blithering drapes?" She asked dryly, impatient to finish the day and go get a drink. He merely gestured to the doors and smiled.

"All things that can be celebrated over a fine meal and a good ale." He answered, Khosrow laughing loudly to break the spell of melancholy that had befallen the room. She led them all towards the banquet halls with a hearty smile.

"Alas, Jano. I fear my habits are becoming far too known for you to be so astute for my parched nature."

After far too much food and too many good times to tell, Fang and Lightning collapsed, exhausted and if they were both being honest, ready to go home. Thankfully, by the next morning the caucus was far more amiable to discussions and with a choking hold, Khosrow bid her new friends goodbye with threats of a visit to uphold their promise to take her hunting for a Long Gui.

After destroying Nam'taar, the people of Cal'Mah were able to finally swallow their stubbornness about the past and actively work on opening pathways of trust It was hard to argue the point when the so-called Viper spearheaded the ending . They established communication and trade routes quickly, shared technology and knowledge, and for once, the lands between the vipers of Cocoon and the demons of Pulse knew peace.

A month or so after their return home, Khosrow, in her ever-present habit of enjoying keeping others on their toes, showed up in New Bodhum and knocked on the Farron and Yun household door in the early hours of the morning. When Lightning answered the door in an oversized nightshirt and not a lot else, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the last thing she expected was to be lifted off the ground and slung over the shoulder of the visiting General. It took a few seconds of disorientated struggling before she even realised who it was.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Lightning complained as she was finally dumped unceremoniously on their couch, feeling nauseous. Fang yawned and stretched as she entered the living room to find out what all the commotion was about, only to have Khosrow leap over and stuff a piece of fruit in the open mouth. Fang didn't even flinch, just slowly began to chew the fruit with a muffled thanks, much to the General's delight.

"So when were you going to tell us that you were making the visit?" Lightning asked, feeling mildly exposed in her nightwear. Khosrow arched an eyebrow and stared at her incredulously.

"I've been here with Jano and a handful of delegates for a week and a half. We had been trying to get in touch with you but you weren't answering your communicator. I told the boy, Hope was it? Yes. Hope. I told him to just give me directions to your home and I would get your attention myself."

Lightning looked over at the flashing comms device and winced. She'd been fuzzy since getting back from Cal'Mah, forgetting things frequently and it would seem, not answering her phone. "Sorry. Been slipping my mind to be social lately."

The two women hurriedly got dressed and they took Khosrow down to the Lebreau's hangout for breakfast. They met Sazh and his son there, and then with a quick phone call Serah and Snow came down with Vanille. Khosrow embraced the younger Farron with strong arms. "Ah, it is wonderful to meet you, little snake. Your sister speaks highly of you!"

Serah looked bewildered, eyeing off the tall Pulsian woman with a wary expression. "Little… Snake…?" She repeated, turning her gaze to Lightning. Her sister shrugged and rolled her eyes.

"Just run with it."

Serah hadn't had a chance to leave the ship during the visit, and the General dragged her off to a corner to speak conspiratorially, Lightning surmised that Khosrow was likely getting all the dirt to annoy her with later. She felt a little dizzy so sat down in the corner, watching her friends and family with a contented smile. Fang saw her discomfort and joined her, slipping an arm around Lightning's shoulder and the other across her waist, absently trailing her fingers along the pinkette's stomach.

"You alright, Light? You've been a bit off kilter lately." Fang asked quietly, keeping her voice low to not draw attention to themselves. Lightning pushed her hand against her ribs with a grimace, swallowing down the uneasy feeling in her stomach. She had been fighting off a flu for a few weeks since the battle, which annoyed her endlessly. She never got sick, and according to Serah was the world's worst patient when she did on the rare occasions. Fang, to her credit, had doted on her at every opportunity, and tolerated all of Lightning's complaints.

Khosrow let Serah go and nodded towards the elder Farron. "What's the problem, mad snake? You look like you swallowed bad meat." She called across the room, the others growing silent.

Lightning gave a slight bow. "Sorry, Khosrow. Haven't been well since the battle. I guess merging with Fang to become Ragnarok takes it out of a person, huh?"

The tall blonde woman tilted her head with narrowed eyes and stalked over, uncomfortably close. Lightning tried to edge back away, especially when Khosrow leant down and began to sniff at her neck. The General's eyes widened and she stood quickly with a sharp inhale. She looked between the two and then eyed Fang suspiciously.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Yun? Some clan secret I'm not aware of?"

Fang only looked confused and scratched the back of her neck. "Uh, not unless you count old family recipes for a stew made from gorgonopsids, why?"

Khosrow looked concerned, her eyes darting between the two. "Gods, you don't know. The mad snake isn't sick. She's pregnant."

"What." Lightning and Fang had both snapped in unison, the shock and horror evident on their faces. The silence in the room was intense as everyone in the room held their breath.

Vanille whistled low and shook her head. "Guess merging into Ragnarok puts a little in as well as taking a lot out of you, huh Light?" She joked nervously, feeling significantly relieved that she'd dodged that particular bullet twice now when becoming Ragnarok with Fang.

"Fang?" Lightning said calmly and quietly, the Pulsian wincing at her name and hesitantly turning to look at her partner. "Do me a favour? Start. Running."

Fang had already sprinted from the bar before she had even finished her sentence.

*End*

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