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Vincent arched one dark eyebrow, listening to Caius, mulling over his words. He hinted at the curse of immortality... that was something to which Vincent could relate. Easily. How many times had he wished that it would simply... end? Not many hours before he had been sure that it would, as he lay at Rosso's feet with a gaping hole in his chest. What was it that she had heaved out from where his heart should have been. Some glowing orb, a large materia, but Vincent's eyes had been blurring already by the time he saw that. He could not be sure what he had really seen.

It did not matter. If this place was not some hell he had been sent to for his sins, it certainly seemed a hell in its own way. Normally Vincent would have resigned himself to this punishment... but he had people waiting for him back home. A city, and a world, relying upon him to destroy Deepground. To stop them from bringing about whatever tyrannical end they sought. His friends were waiting for him.

A piercing pain, like a gunshot, shook through his chest. He grunted quietly, more emotion than he generally showed in a day compacted into that once instant. In an instant it had gone. He had felt it before, something fighting from the inside to escape. It was not something these men, still complete strangers, needed to know anything about. He drew a deep breath and pressed past the lingering pain, meeting Caius' eyes steadily. He did not draw Cerberus. What good would it do him to fight the purple-haired warrior? He wanted out of this world, back to Rosso, back to battle... back to the path to the truth about Lucrecia.
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Yuna hovered slightly behind Fang, watching the others with wide eyes. True, she had always been a very friendly girl, but the young summoner was also painfully aware of her own inability in battle. Her aeons did the fighting for her. That was why guardians were so important to a summoner - they could not survive on their own. She kept her place behind Fang, for the strong woman was the closest thing she had to a guardian just then.

"Hello," she whispered to Lightning, then to Genesis. Genesis Rhapsodos... that name was even stranger than Lightning. Where had these people come from, to have such remarkably odd names? She could not imagine the worlds where they had been born. She had to struggle, really, to imagine anywhere that was much different from Spira. Her world was the only place she had ever known.