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18th moon [voice]

Rosa Farrell has left Luceti.

[It comes abruptly, harshly, flatly. Cecil does not sound in terrible pain as he did the last time he had to make such an announcement. In fact, he sounds very much as though he's forgotten how to inflect.]

...She's left roses and notes for everyone she's met here. Please come pick them up when you have the time.

[That's all he has the energy to say.]

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[He understand that feeling all too well, though he's had much more time to deal with it.]

Like many of us. There are three previous stays I supposedly cannot remember. Surely that must upset someone, too.

[He starts playing with his wedding ring as he speaks. Surely Rosa herself was saddened by the loss of all those memories...]

[Ceodore nods somberly, taking all that in without comment. He's not quite mastered the art of not speaking bluntly, but he's had more than his fair share of time to learn the fine art of brooding. He doesn't exactly notice the subtle gesture of his father playing with his wedding ring either, nuances are still lost on the kid, but on the other hand, he's known the man all his life and has a decent notion of when something is off.]

Are you okay?

[...Pretend to be fine, and in doing so openly lie to Ceodore. Say exactly what is on his mind, and burden Ceodore with that much history and feelings. What to chose?]

...It only just happened, and I already miss her. I should cope better by now.

[The middle road will do.]

[Ceodore shifts awkwardly and glances away. For all his eyerolling and attitude about his parents and their PDA, he knows they mean the world to each other and this separation hardly seems right.

It's not right. And he plans to do something about it. Something pretty stupid. He jerks his head up with a blatant defiant look and locked jaw.]

Not for long.

[He's going to bash down that damned barrier and send them back or nearly kill himself trying.]

[Oh, Ceodore. That's the sort of look that helps him believe that they'll defeat the Creator, that they'll save their world. But that's also the sort of look that lets him know this world will disappoint his son.]

Kain, Rydia and Golbez have been here for years. It'd take more power than we have now to truly change this world.

[A deep frown etches itself in Ceodore's face and if it's even possible, he's digging his heels in more stubborn than before.]

I am not giving up. We have to go back, no matter the cost.

I know.

[He believes, at least.]

But we'll need more allies, more information about the Malnosso's technology, more powers that can counter it. Otherwise, they'll merely crush us and go back to their experiments.

When? When will that happen? It won't unless we do something.

[Probably not the best time for the boy to be asserting himself, but he more than anyone knows how desperate things are at home and a faux content life (at least how he sees it), is the last thing they need to resort to.]

They already took Mother. Who's next?

...Me, undoubtedly. The others have been here for too long, and you've only just arrived. I doubt they'd waste the effort they put in taking you.

[He sounds almost resigned about it. Almost. Because a part of him also wants to fight back, because every single fiber of his being refuses to leave his family behind.]

[Ceodore's inherited stubborn streak flares up and he shakes his head.]

No. We're going on our terms.

[And if the kid backing up to the door is any hint, he means to do it right now.]

[That's the sort of determination he cannot directly argue against and he knows it.]

...Have you a plan? A lead you can follow?

[But if he gets him thinking, perhaps he can calm him down.]

[He can thank Rosa for it when he sees her again. And it will be again. Especially if Derp has anything to say about it.]

... not yet. But I will. I have to try. I can't just sit here and do nothing.

Of course not.

[Cecil himself will not be able to stay idly depressed for more than a day, after all.]

Train often. Listen to the journals. Seek information about missions and drafts. Help those who need it. Every little action could help.

It's not enough.

[He's energetic by nature and being caged isn't doing much for his frustration levels.

But there is something in there that piques him, though not in a good way.]

And why should we help them with missions? It's like giving up and helping the enemy.

Because they are also the only opportunity we have of leaving the enclosure and seeing other villages, or even their own facilities. That is a source of information we simply cannot ignore. The points we earn can also be put to good use.

[Though he has to admit that it's not always what he'd want to do.]

I don't like it.

I cannot think of anyone who does, but we cannot afford to lose those options. They might be the key to our departure, someday.

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18th moon [voice]

Hope they were good years!

The best! Spent with my best friend!!

That's always nice~

Yep! Still totally smitten too.

D'awwww~!

I still giggle when he walks in the room too.

Ahhh, true love.

yeeep! /quits before you get cavaties XDD

My dentist will be most thankful. :D

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