[Only small amounts of concern, huh? Well, there's a shock. Still...]
I don't know about that. My sister would have probably said there's few people she'd think of as more bossy.
[Like always, just the thought of Serah turns her smile rueful. If there's one thing those dreams have done, it's give her a chance to hear Serah's voice again. It's just a shame that it's...all a lie.]
[Sometimes. Seeing that expression on Mercedes' face pulls on her, her stomach tensing. The dreams all seem to be going the same way no matter who has them; loved ones welcoming them home, then death. She had to hold Hope and Serah as they died, but Mercedes...]
You'll see them again. When this is over, and we all go home, they'll be there for real.
[ She can admit that, casting down her gaze back to her mug. When she sees the one person she's been longing to see again, she already knows... what will become of him. ]
Oh. Her expression crumples, no further words needed to understand that shared grief of those who have survived a loss. Of those who have had to go on without someone they loved. Who may yet have to.
Slowly, carefully, almost awkwardly, Lightning reaches out. Her hand is warmed from her mug as she reaches across the table, cautiously brushing her fingers across Mercedes'. Serah was always the one for gestures like this, but. Well, she's not here, and it's all Lightning has.]
I'm sorry.
[if there's one thing the dreams are good for it's...well. It's getting to say goodbye.]
[ With a wobbling, lopsided smile, even though it's grateful for Lightning's gentle gesture. ]
I merely thought I had accepted it, but... seeing him right in front of me has made that incredibly difficult and everything I had tried to stand strong in face of comes crashing into me without warning.
[Serah. Regardless of what Hope said, of what Snow convinced her of, there's still some part of her that doubts they'll ever see one another again. Watching her die has been...difficult, to say the least. It's all too much sometimes. She closes her eyes.]
Don't force yourself to face it, or run away. Take it at your own pace. [A wry snort. Easier said than done, isn't it? What with the war and everything.] I don't think any of us are okay with these nightmares, Mercedes. You don't have to act like you have it all together.
Old habits... [ Mercedes admits to it with a sheepish little laugh. ]
Especially when there are people around me who can't simply shoulder it and it's much more evident when you look at them. I can't help but want to support them the most... so thank you for allowing me to have this moment, Lightning.
[Doesn't feel like enough, but it's all she can do. It's all any of them can do. Snatched moments of peace before the conflict escalates, before something else blows up in their faces. This one's going to be big. Question is, how big? And how many of them will walk out of it intact?]
You can't help others if you're down and out. Take care of yourself first, alright?
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I don't know about that. My sister would have probably said there's few people she'd think of as more bossy.
[Like always, just the thought of Serah turns her smile rueful. If there's one thing those dreams have done, it's give her a chance to hear Serah's voice again. It's just a shame that it's...all a lie.]
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[ With a rueful smile of her own. Even her own little brother had said it once or twice. ]
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[Sometimes. Seeing that expression on Mercedes' face pulls on her, her stomach tensing. The dreams all seem to be going the same way no matter who has them; loved ones welcoming them home, then death. She had to hold Hope and Serah as they died, but Mercedes...]
You'll see them again. When this is over, and we all go home, they'll be there for real.
[She hopes.]
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[ She can admit that, casting down her gaze back to her mug. When she sees the one person she's been longing to see again, she already knows... what will become of him. ]
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Oh. Her expression crumples, no further words needed to understand that shared grief of those who have survived a loss. Of those who have had to go on without someone they loved. Who may yet have to.
Slowly, carefully, almost awkwardly, Lightning reaches out. Her hand is warmed from her mug as she reaches across the table, cautiously brushing her fingers across Mercedes'. Serah was always the one for gestures like this, but. Well, she's not here, and it's all Lightning has.]
I'm sorry.
[if there's one thing the dreams are good for it's...well. It's getting to say goodbye.]
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[ With a wobbling, lopsided smile, even though it's grateful for Lightning's gentle gesture. ]
I merely thought I had accepted it, but... seeing him right in front of me has made that incredibly difficult and everything I had tried to stand strong in face of comes crashing into me without warning.
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[Serah. Regardless of what Hope said, of what Snow convinced her of, there's still some part of her that doubts they'll ever see one another again. Watching her die has been...difficult, to say the least. It's all too much sometimes. She closes her eyes.]
Don't force yourself to face it, or run away. Take it at your own pace. [A wry snort. Easier said than done, isn't it? What with the war and everything.] I don't think any of us are okay with these nightmares, Mercedes. You don't have to act like you have it all together.
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Especially when there are people around me who can't simply shoulder it and it's much more evident when you look at them. I can't help but want to support them the most... so thank you for allowing me to have this moment, Lightning.
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[Doesn't feel like enough, but it's all she can do. It's all any of them can do. Snatched moments of peace before the conflict escalates, before something else blows up in their faces. This one's going to be big. Question is, how big? And how many of them will walk out of it intact?]
You can't help others if you're down and out. Take care of yourself first, alright?
[Do as she says, not as she does!]
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[ Fussing. Worrying. Etc. ]