(4) "Fang had went to check the doorway. There was enough mist to make an escape, but Vanille found herself hesitant. This wasn't supposed to happen. This child was not meant to get involved—he was too young to be made into a tool.
Cocoon was a world where everyone was their enemy, but all she saw was smiling faces. They were kind, yet she reminded herself that they were still the people who had taken everything from Gran Pulse. Still enemies marked to die by the fal'Cie Anima.
Fang circled the room to the other side, ready to clear the path of their escape. The child was warm as Vanille stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. There was mark of the Sanctum fal'Cie. She had never seen it, but she knew what it was. The mixture of emotions that hit her would not allow her to cry. Between her own feelings of guilt and shock, there was a hollow distance.
"Daddy? I had a dream… I found you.
(5) There were times that Vanille could see it clearly, and times when she closed her eyes and left as quickly as it came. A face that she never forgot, that she never mentioned, that she kept close. There were kind hands, someone wrapping her in a blanket, someone who sat with her while she cried. If the words came, they caught in her throat and never came out.
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Cocoon was a world where everyone was their enemy, but all she saw was smiling faces. They were kind, yet she reminded herself that they were still the people who had taken everything from Gran Pulse. Still enemies marked to die by the fal'Cie Anima.
Fang circled the room to the other side, ready to clear the path of their escape. The child was warm as Vanille stroked the back of his hand with her thumb. There was mark of the Sanctum fal'Cie. She had never seen it, but she knew what it was. The mixture of emotions that hit her would not allow her to cry. Between her own feelings of guilt and shock, there was a hollow distance.
"Daddy? I had a dream… I found you.
(5) There were times that Vanille could see it clearly, and times when she closed her eyes and left as quickly as it came. A face that she never forgot, that she never mentioned, that she kept close. There were kind hands, someone wrapping her in a blanket, someone who sat with her while she cried. If the words came, they caught in her throat and never came out.
It was easier to keep it.
It was hers.