(She is his wake-up call; his violent alarm. She will strike him like her namesake if she must, but she really doesn't have the drive to hurt him anymore. He's family and she isn't going to allow family to give into depression and grief - even if it has been hundreds of years.

Her touch doesn't waver and she meets his gaze without fear. Maybe she should be fearful. She isn't a magical powerhouse anymore. She's just, as she said, herself.)

That's this talking. (Her grip tightens on the arm and she breathes in deeply, steadying herself.) I don't want to hear from it or anyone else. If Serah showed up right now, you wouldn't be prepared to marry her. A lot has happened, but so what? Have your feelings changed?

Do I need to tell her that you're calling it off? (Her other hand lifts and brushes against his face.) You will be with her. With us.