[ It feels like a dream-- was Valhalla a dream... her promise to protect the goddess a figment of her imagination?
But no, the weapon in her hand is proof enough of that particular little reality... and anyway, even if it's flanshit crazy enough to be totally made up, even if Lightning's not always the epitome of one with a full grip on sanity, her imagination's never been particularly wild.
Which rules out Luceti being totally made up too, even as the memory about what this place is, how it works separately than the worlds it somehow drags people in from, filters back to her.
And the more she sorts things out, the angrier she gets. When she'd been in Luceti before, she'd been determined not to forget what had happened here- she'd held fast to the belief that just maybe she could use what she learned to do something once she found her way back to Gran Pulse and Cocoon hanging above it...
But until just now, she hadn't had access to any of it, didn't spend any time missing the friends she'd made here, remained unaware of the time she not just turned Cie'th, but weathered the full psychological effects and then died in that state, brought back a week later with her mind in pieces.... ]
Zack...
[ Her voice breaks, frustrated and torn. Abruptly she drops down to gather up the soggy journal with shaking hands, setting down her odd weapon to the side.
Once again, Luceti's totally screwed her over in a way she couldn't have even imagined... and that hurts. Really hurts. ]
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But no, the weapon in her hand is proof enough of that particular little reality... and anyway, even if it's flanshit crazy enough to be totally made up, even if Lightning's not always the epitome of one with a full grip on sanity, her imagination's never been particularly wild.
Which rules out Luceti being totally made up too, even as the memory about what this place is, how it works separately than the worlds it somehow drags people in from, filters back to her.
And the more she sorts things out, the angrier she gets. When she'd been in Luceti before, she'd been determined not to forget what had happened here- she'd held fast to the belief that just maybe she could use what she learned to do something once she found her way back to Gran Pulse and Cocoon hanging above it...
But until just now, she hadn't had access to any of it, didn't spend any time missing the friends she'd made here, remained unaware of the time she not just turned Cie'th, but weathered the full psychological effects and then died in that state, brought back a week later with her mind in pieces.... ]
Zack...
[ Her voice breaks, frustrated and torn. Abruptly she drops down to gather up the soggy journal with shaking hands, setting down her odd weapon to the side.
Once again, Luceti's totally screwed her over in a way she couldn't have even imagined... and that hurts. Really hurts. ]