[ Lightning wraps her arms around her torso, staring towards the ground with a dark, frustrated expression. Just... fuck her life all over. She's hating this so, so much.
But she can't get upset, can she? There is zero wiggle room right now, with her Brand burning red like a freaking beacon of her impending doom. ]
He shouldn't have to... [ "...get involved." Except wow, does she really mean to run off on this draft and turn Cie'th without him getting an explanation? Even after the utter embarrassment of the week before...
... Aerith is injured. Even if Lightning goes along with leaving the battledome, she stares at the woman-- ]
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But she can't get upset, can she? There is zero wiggle room right now, with her Brand burning red like a freaking beacon of her impending doom. ]
He shouldn't have to... [ "...get involved." Except wow, does she really mean to run off on this draft and turn Cie'th without him getting an explanation? Even after the utter embarrassment of the week before...
... Aerith is injured. Even if Lightning goes along with leaving the battledome, she stares at the woman-- ]
Aerith... you should heal yourself.