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The Final Distance	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Crossovers Views: 924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The village leader was relieved to see that the military were on their way out of the village; their steady pace assured him that they don't intend to come back either. Good. At least it was a 'good riddance' at first glance, because upon closer look he sees the tall blond one carrying something in his arms, bridal-style, wrapped in a coat, the size of a child. They didn't! They couldn't!
Leaving his home from the comfortable peek he has out of the window, the skittish man bounds across the dusty path towards the military men who're gathering at the waiting Chocobos in the stable.
"We're leaving." Squall clipped when seeing the man.
"I can see that, but, uh, where do you think you're going with our priestess?" He reaches for the child, who stared blankly ahead of her as she's set atop a large bird; the man's reach receded back when the tall blond who was carrying her stood between him and the child. "Step aside," He puffed up his chest, not about to be intimidated in his own village.
"Try to make me." Seifer puffed right back.
"But our priestess?" He staggered backwards a step or three when Squall's hand assisted him there with a light shove.
"Is coming with us. Your temple is now under sincere investigation for abuse, criminal practices of child labor, and assault." However a lack of threat the templemen where they attacked them, which meant they had something to hide. Something illegal, and it would seem the temple priestess was it. "Look at her, she's traumatized…" Squall looked over his shoulder at her statue of flesh and bone, and little else. They clearly aren't feeding her, or she's starving herself out of protest. Whatever the situation, she was no longer going to be a victim of it.
"She works hard to help her people. It comes with the position." Protest the man, he tried again to grab for her; however, this time Seifer shoved him down on his ass into the rough bright orange dirt, and possibly something brown, under the stable tent. "You can't do this!"
"We just did!" Selphie chimed in brightly, as if they merely party-bombed the man's home for his 60th birthday, despite his not wanting a fuss to be made.
Out of breath, not from the shove, but the audacity of it all. "But, this is insane. What gives you the right?"
"The right of protecting human life. If everything is on the level the girl will be returned to you." Squall informed the man.
The doubt in that statement was heavily felt by him as they rode out of the stable towards the village exit where they'll board a boat and return to Garden. Have they done the right thing, it's yet to be seen. But, it certainly felt right.
Back in the era of 1862.
Deep in the underground of Figaro castle, the four teams gather through the tunnel which they found the missing prince. There's a very good chance that a portal could be through this way, and they don't want to miss it if the fluctuations have the rips in time opening and closing on a dime. For all the darkness and weakness from spending a week alone without much food or drink, Sabin was capable of locating stones to make his path, which he pointed out to the others as they followed the lumps or hardened earth towards the place the prince had awoken.
The air in the cave was becoming charged the less stones they saw. It was almost like it was set to catch fire, it would only need a flame of one stray ember to ignite. When you're entire party is carrying torches; some are lit but others are not in save for the journey back, it's a scary thought that they could all die in an explosion or worse, become trapped in an inferno which they stand together awaiting an unpleasant roasting.
Fallin back behind the group, Kait grabbed a hold of Hyland's elbow tugging him a step or two behind. "Hyl', I've been thinking," he whispered. "if we can still use our magic that means we're still junctioned."
"So."
"They're all at risk down here if our G.F.s decide to lose it in a battle, they could still be infected and lying dormant until they choose the right time to spring forth and rip our faces off."
It was a frightening thought. Getting killed by monsters is pretty bad, but with a full body Guardian Force standing roughly at 10' plus inches. What change do they have even as a group when only two of them are magic users, but barren once the Guardian is out? They're all gonna die. Kait hasn't known one summon to be a terror by intention. They're gentle in nature, every one of them, but with the disease they're unrecognizable demons with the destructive force matched by none save for each other.
"I'm not so sure they're infected," Hyland speculates. "Think about it. You were infected and it made you cough; you haven't been doing that since we went through the portal. What if going back reverted the Sorceress's spell?"
Sabin is listening in on their conversation. He doesn't understand it clearly, but he understands enough. Namely the part where during his tale of explanation the boy Kait left out the part where he is infected with the beast disease. He'd better keep a sharp eye on him. He may not be a magic user, but he has chi. He can perform battle techniques that could almost be seen as a type of magic, when really it's more of a spiritual energy. Very rare. Only few can fully master such training in life.
"Stop." He commanded.
The group of soldiers do as commanded. Two move forward aiming their torches into the darkness.
"There's a drop here, we'll have to go around another way."
The time travelled teens worked their way through the crowd to get a look at the pit. Maybe they could find a way across without losing too much time for them. with luck it's not a bottomless situation and they can take advantage of floating.
"I've got six float spells, left." Hyland informs.
"I've got one." Kait sighed from frustration as that certainly would not be enough. If only Double and Triple didn't just cast another spell, but expanded the one being used.
"Some could go over and the others could find another way around,"
Sabin shook his head. "It's too risky." He knows a thing or two about Float, and it wasn't worth the risk to hover and fall.
"Sir, the drop." A soldier points after gaining attention.
The group look into the drop, some craning to see over the others' head or shoulder. Something is moving… No. There are a lot of something's moving!
Sabin backed up a step. "It's not a pit, it's a nest!"
The "pit" began to fill up with tiny glowing dots, it looked like fireflies standing still in the night, and then the tiny points of light locked onto something glowing, their torches. Having decided that food, or a good means of entertainment lay that way, the next hurled themselves out of the divit next and towards its prey.
"Run! Run, now!" A guard called before swinging his arm around to hurry and usher them back through the tunnel. "Aaahhh!"
He was snatched up into the air by the tidal wave of black; his face meeting with the gravel and dirt scraping skin away from his profile as the monsters skimmed their way up to the roof of the cave's pocket. The sudden shock of light sent the soldiers' self preservation running faster than their will to remain and fight for their comrade, because that jolt of electricity no man could survive, their armor was little more than a metal skewer for a roasting spit. The light was so bright and blinding their lanterns were as good as a reflection of sunlight off the metal of a rusty piece of jewelry. They all begin abandoning their cover knowing it will do them no good.
"We can't let these things continue living here," Kait says to his rival.
"Right!"
Hyland was quick to cast a Blizzaga spell which encrusted its way up the long length of monster-made ladder freezing the darkness before it shattered into a million pieces. Sabin watched through the light of the dropped torches as his guard came falling back towards them, he can catch him but he's so burnt there was almost no deciphering him from the Creeps, but he grabbed ahold of him pulling him free of the raining mess of frozen and unfrozen chunks of creature.
Sabin's crystal gaze flickered left, right, up and down through the crumbling frozen chunks of monster; the others that had scaled the enclosure began falling next without their base support holding them up any longer it was inevitable. Where is he? Where is he? What happened to the guard who was swiped so quickly he didn't even see which of his men he'd been.
'Goddess…' he gulps.
The man in question fell, lifeless, scorched so badly that he no longer even has a head; one hand is missing, and the armor is melted and scorched. It didn't matter, Prince Sabin reached for his fallen soldier snagging him from his freefall; his steady frame doesn't sway to fall in the catch of a body that's now nearly fine dust, though the small weight of bone is still there. …He doesn't even know the man's name.
"Squads C and D," general Cornello shouts over the scratchy sounds the monster's movements are producing, even as far back as they've retreated they can hear the sound through eco, even in the packed thickness of the soil the sound carries fairly well. "You're on recovery. My squad and B, remove the tips of your spears and follow me back to the prince."
"Yes, sir!"
As two sets prepared a medical station, the others removed the metal tips of their spears then charged back to the battlefield.
"Your death won't be in vain, my friend," he says, placing the man's remains away from what's going to be the end of this.
These Creeps have plagued their lives for far too long. No more shall fall from them.
"Amazing." Said a guard returning to the scene to witness what must be the frightening abilities of Gods.
Gods, or good magic users. A hole opened up in the sky above the crater and from it rained giant burning balls of meteorites. They crashed and banged into each other on the way down losing a bit of size and flame; however, they didn't wan in destructive power as they bashed into the ravenous creatures doing considerable damage to them as it's both a fire and earth elemental attack. The Creeps who were hit burst into pieces like an erosion from the land, others that skittered away charged themselves with electricity which they fired at the opening where their opponents stand.
"Duck!" Kait did as he commanded.
The jolt flew over the crowd and hit the wall of the cave in a thud, the packed soil absorbed the attack. It would have been good if bolt 2 didn't cause the overhead to drop. This could cause a cave in! But they can't retreat, the monster's will follow them back to the castle. That could be costly as families live within the kingdom walls.
The soldiers rose to an all out brawl as the Creeps suffocate themselves through the mouth of the cave tunnel. Though they lack the violent point, it doesn't mean that the damage it can cause has dwindled. No sticks- some sharpened to a point by the removed spearhead on the way back up the tunnel- met with the monster's bodies in a show of expert skill. Some Creeps were stabbed clean through like a bite of meat shish kebab, others danced gracefully in a sway to avoid the incoming weapon, countering with a blast of lightning or a harmful swipe of their long blade-like claws. Blocking did no good, because the firm wooden pole was no match for the quadruple scythe hands of the monster; in the distraction of removing the guards weapon, the monsters received punches or kicks, the men weren't easily discouraged. They're trained soldiers, anything is a weapon in your hands- especially one's own hands.
Prince Sabin was a force. He threw caution of the abyss to the wind and jumped right into the heart of the crater. His lightning fast movements, the buff cement door of muscle in human form seemed almost like he caught fire as he dealt blows from monster to monster, quick as a wisp; there were 15 of him, he was maneuvering around that fast! Beautiful but deadly like a flaming dance.
The time travelers were momentarily stunned by it. It was so incredible, how could one not stop and stare? Kait was inspired to use his own hand-to-hand skills- he's trained with Zell, and Kiros Seagill, he's completely comfortable ditching the elements for a fist fight. Or in this case, a fist to claw fight. He dodged swipe after swipe aimed at his head then legs, likely to knock him off balance since he's backing away from the danger as he waits for an in.
Sabin grabbed the body of that very Creep, tossing his weight back in an arch; the Creep suffered only a bit in the suplex, however, it wasn't long in its minimal ache before it was given another more fatal blow from Hyland using his chakrams to remove its head. The white haired Galbadian whirled the chakrams around on it's chain before tossing the blade into the fray.
Double-handed tonfa-gunblades slice mercilessly into the creatures. Their electric charge made no difference as he, and his rival, changed junctions to absorb some electricity. Just in time too, as a Creep wrapped its hands around Kait's throat giving him a shock. The teen flipped the monster over his shoulder, the effects of its attack barely registered save for feeling strangled, which when tossed the monster released him.
Sabin grit his teeth as a claw sliced into his palm from his being distracted by another, then having quick enough reflexes to be able to spin around and turn what could have been a costly injury upon his back into a mere bloody palm. Although with the size of the hands on these black horrors, he could have lost his entire arm.
A thrust of light swam through three monsters as the slicing Sabin received is countered by an aurabolt. Several guards corner a Creep, giving it a three-man stabbing, as its poked by one before pushed into another's no then into another's. With it that close and unable to make an attack it was easy to knife it with a hidden Dirk. The monsters are smart enough to create the chaos that they have these many years they likely know about metal conducting electricity, as the longer the group wages war without openly using knives or other metal objects, they noticed the monsters don't bother with it, preferring their long claws or strangling, snake-like tails.
Another bright flash filled the chasm, it blinded them. Kait bared the brunt of the group bolt through a single holler while absorbing it into his strange weapon that acted as a lightning rod. When the light died away the teen took Sabin's earlier position inside the pit creating a frenzied stir among the creatures who all wanted dibs on the idiot attacking the main herd. But, they don't realize the strategy behind it, as Kait jumped in to keep them safe from stray bullets; more than one man jumped from start hearing the loud popping sounds coming from nowhere they could place.
Not to be out done by his rival, Hyland cast Stop on the compacted Creeps in the tunnel, and in a true show of form he swings his chakrams by their chains as a nunchucklist would gnashing and gashing them to death as the buzz saw blades sliced through their frozen bodies like a knife through whipped cream.
The Prince mimicked the weapon blasting violent knives made simply out of air down along the tunnel where the other Creeps stood frozen.
The other monsters, as if lured by the smell of blood and the sound of battle began lazily wandering through the tunnels colliding with the awaiting medical team, that's currently treating six injured brothers-in-arms.
A gasp, and the head medic rose to his feet. "Tzakmaqiel! Formation Trooper Alpha! Don't let them get at the injured!"
A shout of "Sir" pierced the once calm area before the retrieval of set aside weapons, spears, axes, and mace are now poised for tactical assault.
The large green, heavy-set man-bird creatures sized them up before their pointed beaks snapped and snarled at them. The spindly bird legs marched them forward, unceasing the danger as their large three pronged feet leave sizeable treads behind their pursuit. One that was done with creeping charged forward like a mad Illuyankas without the hard shell or horn. It met with a prompt end as it bit not into flesh but the sharp end of a swung out axe, where its upper jaw was separated from its lower and beyond; the perfectly severed piece's upper half got crushed under foot by a couple other monstrous pursuers.
A soldier from Squad A, with the Prince and the young pair, got mowed down by a double team. But he was able to quickly rise again by the magic of Cura encircling him, healing the costly injury that could have taken the man's arm from infection. After the creature bit him, would there be any question that a toxin was present?
The battle went on for what seemed like days, and just when stamina was no longer on their side, just when magic tapped itself bone dry the fight was over. They are victorious!
Present day 2022.
Having been kicked out of the lab building, the SeeDs of commanding instructors and the Returners, loiter unsure of what to do. There must be something.
"I vote we go and see a movie," says Zell to an unasked question. Looking at the group, his thin dark brows shoot up with question. "There's gotta be something good playing; what's your genre? I'll bet you like horror." He says looking at Setzer's scarred face.
"A movie?" Setzer wonders. Then after wonders what the bright blond meant by his liking horror?
"Zell, I'm sure the last thing on their minds is leisurely sitting around for hours gorging on junk food." Quistis burst his happy bubble.
With a frown, he then perks up again. "Well, we can go to a restaurant and eat something first, then gorge out on junk- what d'ya say?"
Terra smiled kindly at the sweet boy, who is making absolutely no sense. All of this must be getting to him. The poor thing.
"They'd probably rather speculate on how to get home, we don't know what's gonna happen if the time machine doesn't work. They could be stranded."
"No way!" scoffs the martial artist. "Odine says it's a lock, and this is a one in a lifetime chance for them to experience a future they'll never really get to know. All who vote dinner and movie raise your hand," He raised his.
The Returners exchanged glances with Locke, Setzer, and Edgar raising their hand as well; Terra would have, but he still doesn't know what in the world she's agreeing to.
"Majority rules." Declared the victor.
Crossing her arms, Quistis let out a disapproving sigh. "What about Kait? Aren't you concerned about what that was all about?"
"Should I be? Irvine's with him, and he probably called Squall; you know mama bear's gonna go hard for her young. So we're free to goof around… If Selphie were here, she'd agree."
Setzer put a decisive end to the tug-o-war. "Quistis, if it's alright with you, we'd like to go with Zell to this movie place. He's right, this is a once in a lifetime chance and since arriving all we've done is worry. I'd like to explore the future a little."
It took effort to give in to what will ultimately end in vast corruption. "Alright. Go on. Watch your precious movie." All the men cheered, ready to follow Zell.
"Come on, Terra," Setzer waved her over to them when they were steps away and he noticed she was not following.
"If it's alright, I'll stay with Quistis,"
Surprised by that, the young secretary says. "Are you sure? You don't have to stay out of pity, I really don't mind if you all enjoy yourselves." And she meant that. Her earlier argument was on the grounds that Kait might be in trouble and need some support. If Odine says that he doesn't need them around, and Zell is right that Squall would be informed and is most likely on his way over, than why can't they have some fun?
"Really. It's alright. I'll stay with you."
"Alright." To Zell she calls out. "Don't get into any trouble. Remember that while we're here we represent Garden, always. We can't be pegged as delinquents."
"Seriously, she thinks I'm five,"
This is what Quistis overhears a retreating Zell saying to the party. Rolling her eyes, she mutters. "Men. Well, we do have to eat. Shall we find a restaurant close by?"
"I'd be delighted." Terra replied putting on a mock snooty tone to match Quistis's.
The two young women laugh to each other then link arms and head off to the nearest eatery.
….
"Goddess, how is it right there?!" Locke called over the roar of a T-Rexor.
Reaching for it and failing to touch it, the treasure hunter removed the 3D glasses to check that the dinosaur hadn't popped out of the screen at all. This was ingenious. The whole make of it! These monsters are inside this white sheet, existing in this jungle alongside humans and they're reeking terrible havoc of the place, while even killing some of the people! How was this possible? What form of magic has this future created that something like this is just viewed for fun? Not to mention the 3D glasses, as their host referred to them, has everything on the screen right in front of their eyes sometimes.
"Watch out, man!" Edgar warned an actor who's hiding behind a log while a dinosaur creeps up behind him. How can something so big be so quiet?
The four of them, and the rest of the theater crowd shout in surprise as a Pterodactyl swoops in at the last second snagging the human to bring to its nest.
"Well he's done for," decreed Setzer. Removing his glasses, in spite of how much fun it's making the movie, they're hurting his eyes a bit; and he blinks rapidly to clear up the haze. "Where is the washroom?"
"Huh?" Zell glanced at Setzer then back at the screen then back again, almost pleading with the man that he didn't just ask what he thinks he heard. He hasn't seen this movie yet, and he'll miss something. "It's uh… Oh I'll show you,"
Getting out of his seat to a crowd of hissing 'sit down' he is followed out not just by Setzer but Locke as well. Out in the lobby, the enticing smell of treats beat their sense of small like a conga layer to a drum, pleading with them to buy more popcorn, sweet tropical soda, or a meaty- you hope- hot dog or corn dog.
Zell points towards an entrance to a long hall. "Right through there, you'll see a 'Mens' painted on the door." When the pair's gaze follows his finger, he adds. "We're in viewing room six, okay? See ya," He hurried back in to see what the crowd just cheered for.
Setzer smiled at the departing young man. "His rather chipper."
"Yeah." Agreed his fellow bathroom seeker.
They went to the bathroom without a issue or incident; they of course don't know why Quistis Trepe was so worried about them. This is all perfectly fine. No one is paying them any mind now that they're more appropriately dressed for the times. And, though dyed for some, Setzer isn't the only person with white hair so no one is stunned by his appearance. Edgar turned quite the many heads of the female kind, who giggled into their hands and whispered as they blushed.
Taking in a deep whiff of the air as they pass by the concessions, Locke says with restored hunger for snacks. "The advances they've made with popcorn are delicious, we should make ours sweet back at home."
"I don't know about that red straw nonsense; what is that anyway, candle wax?" Setzer scrunched his nose.
"Why do you think I needed the bathroom?" Locke rubbed his stomach.
That stuff was a shudder in his memory. He actually hoped not to see the future that boomed in, as big as they are about giving gifts of food back home. He can just see bowls of the stuff going uneaten in sitting rooms, and becoming projectiles for school children at free time.
"He said room six," Locke informs his friend who is at room five.
"I know. But I wonder what's in this one?"
"Maybe it's full?" He speculates.
Opening the door, the pair slip inside standing off at the back. Well, this was a new one. From dinosaurs to a man and woman frantically removing their clothes while trapped in a metal box; it looks a lot like the elevator at the SeeDs school except there's no glass to see out of. Whatever it is, the pair graphically engaged in having sex for all the movie goers to witness. Setzer couldn't help but smile that he'd suffer the sting of the 3D glasses for this moment, while Locke grimaced and headed back out.
That guy. 'But what do you expect when you've had as many bed partners as he has?'
It was really a wonder he settled down with Terra. He supposed everyone has that someone. Look at Edgar! He hit on anything in a skirt, and sometimes it seemed not just for show so that no one knew of the king's true appetite. All that for him. Thankfully no one minds. They all except the situation, as long as Edgar agreed to an heir- should Sabin not produce one- from a lady in waiting. That's not going to be a fun day. But thankfully it's a long ways away.
"Where's Setzer?" Zell whispered when seeing only Locke has returned. Although the guy was quite taken with the Mint Juniors, maybe he's a little sick? He had eaten two boxes to himself.
"He's watching people have sex in room five,"
Edgar could have gotten whiplash he turned his head so fast. "Really?"
"Down boy, they're probably done by now," He had no way of knowing, but still. Lecherous king. No wonder he and Setzer get along so well.
"They're finished with that moment, and now they're beating each other up," Setzer says upon return. "I can't make sense of it."
At a small eatery in the heart of the city. Quistis is telling Terra more about magic use and the school end of Garden as well as some things about their work as mercenaries.
"How interesting." The Esper girl comments about the cadets ability to strengthen a Guardian Force just by using it during battle. Handing a chunk of roasted carrot to Palidor who has been perched on her shoulder since it caught up to them all, she retrieved another once the bird feasted upon it.
How the Espers- well, summons, or whatever they'd like to view her people as, work together with them so that everyone wins and gains something from existence. Could it be that they're able to switch places with the Espers, going off to the realm where they inhabit after their disappearance from their era? It seems very possible. It was more than a hopeful scenario to think about. The thought of her other half not being dead just displaced… It was a lovely concept.
Doctor Odine holds a tiny flashlight in his hand, shining the focused beam of light in Kait's eyes. "Hmm…"
"Hmm?" Mimicked Kait and Irvine, who's standing just behind the doctor as a way to see what he sees- whatever it is that he believes he's seeing, anyway.
Odine grabbed a tongue depressor. "Say aaahh," he instructs the teen.
Reluctant to do so, he opened his mouth with an instructed "Aahh". The scientist, not doctor M.D., pressed down on the boy's tongue with the stick then used the before flashlight to look down his throat. "Hmm." He repeats.
And they again repeat. "Hmm?"
Replacing all the items he used onto a small table at his side, he shakes his head.
Annoyed, Irvine gives the man a poke. "I don't wanna see you shake your head, I wanna know what this about."
"Either your son is the missing link, or something is askew here. His blood is not entirely human." Looking at Kait, he asks. "When was your last visit to a hospital?"
"Umm… it was three months ago?" He looks to Irvine.
"Yeah, you had to get a physical before changing schools in the summer."
Walking over to a computer, he asks. "What is the name of the doctor you saw?"
"Dr. Faya."
Odine typed the needed information into the computer, bringing up the files.
"Should you be doing that? Isn't it against the law?" Irvine wondered with annoyance that this pushy overbearing scientist was taking so much personal interest in his son.
"Do you want help for your son or not?" Snipped the doctor. "I thought so," he preened when Irvine said nothing more. "The blood work shows nothing strange. Type 0 negative. No abnormality." He drummed his spindly fingers upon the desktop. "What could have caused the mutation? Tell me young man, have you ingested anything strange in the past three months after your exam?"
Kait shook his head.
A keen eye glared at the youth. "Don't just say no because daddy's in the room. This could be life or death!"
With a scoff, Kait says with all the sincerity he could muster. "I'm not lying! I really didn't. Nobody pricked me with anything, I didn't take a dip in some vat of doom. I don't know why this is happening. I swear."
"Why ask that I take a sample of your blood?"
"I'm still not sure, it just.. felt right. Necessary."
"This mutation, it isn't hurting him or anything? Is it? Like he might be poisoned,"
Odine shook his head. "As far as I can see, no. They're almost a perfect blend, save aside the noticeable properties that aren't found in human blood,"
"Sirs, you can't just barge in there!" a woman's voice came through the door after Squall and Seifer forced their way into the lab.
"Get away from him Odine," Squall snarled.
Crossing the room like a lion on the hunt, he stands before his son to protect him from the science lecher. He's had a run in with the man's over abundance of hunger for experimenting in the past. He hasn't changed a bit, and just like with Rinoa, he isn't going to allow him to turn his son- especially not a loved one- into a human lab experiment.
Irvine gripped his lover's shoulder. "Squall, Kait's got something in his blood. Odine is gonna help figure it out."
"I don't care. There are other doctors- actual doctors- who can look into it."
"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," replied the sharpshooter, whose concern is steadily growing. "They're only gonna notice the infection, then send him to Odine anyway. They can't handle whatever this is."
"How do you know?" Casting a sharp, cynical look at the doctor he snips. "because he told you so?"
"No. Because I came to the conclusion myself." Irvine adjusts his hairband, a sign of his being uncomfortable but ready to be blunt all the same. "You know how G.F.s steal our memories when we use 'em too much?"
Squall remembers, all the same his response was crossing his arms. The subject is closed. Irvine may as well be talking into the wind.
"What if they've evolved somehow, what if now they're fusing not just with our mind, but with our DNA?"
Despite wanting nothing to do with the conversation, as he's made up his mind, he felt the need to respond. "That's ridiculous."
"Normally, I'd agree with you, but think about the past year and we've been using the Espers. We don't swap places with them, they fuse with us,"
Odine found Irvine's theory rather interesting. How come he didn't tell him any of this from the start?
"If that's the case… doesn't this mean that it's not just me? But everyone is infected?" asked Kait.
Odine grinned, his long fingers reach for a needle. "Anytime you're ready, I'll gladly collect your samples…"
Squall has never hated the man more than he does now. "If what Irvine said is possible, can it be cured?"
Odine wasn't sure. However, he was going to enjoy finding out.
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Commentary: This was supposed to be the last chapter, but I've run out of dialogue hahaha. So looks like there will be one more and done. Thank you for reading and reviewing if you choose to.
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