HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY FINAL FANTASY XIII
His lavender hues flickered lightly as the woman took a moment in contemplation, knowing she was probably gazing back at her past, and he said nothing to interrupt her. When she finally spoke, his head nodded lightly in agreement. The needed to be armed at every waking moment was gone, though the denizens of Pulse and Cocoon were having a hard time forgetting such a thing. People were still jumpy at the creatures they had yet to understand. But they were not harmful towards them. In fact, if the people left the animals alone, most of the animals left the people alone. And then there was the phenomena of pets, carried over from Cocoon. Some people kept strange ones, but the traditional Dog and Cat were still around, abet no longer exotic in structure or breed.
”Perhaps it is a good change." The guardian had mused after she spoke. Of course it was, but after becoming so used to the warfare that being around monsters brought, some people found it hard to consider. Caius had seen man people fall to the monsters when he had remained in Paddra with the Seeress. In fact, he himself had almost fallen to a monster, though he had transformed himself into the mighty Chaos Bahamut to defeat the creature, and save Paddra, and the seeress. The incident that had started his cursed life. The thought brought a heavy sigh to his lips, a hand pressing to his chest, where his own heart beat, instead of that of the Goddess.
The former savior gave a quiet chuckle, nodding her head once in agreement. “You might just be right about that.” Not long after arriving, she’d noticed that this place seemed to combine both extremes of the last two worlds Lightning had called home. People weren’t coddled and handed everything on a silver platter, as they once had been on Cocoon— but there was no need to struggle and fight just to survive on a harsh world like Gran Pulse. For the first time, it truly felt like humanity had a home made just for them.
"Something on your mind?" the soldier inquired, though she wasn’t entirely sure it was her place to ask. It was easy to tell her companion was a bit lost in thought, as she’d been a moment ago— but whatever memory he’d brought up seemed to be far less pleasant than hers. Not that there was even the slightest intent to pry. She was sure Caius knew he had the option not to answer if he really didn’t want to.
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