( She's been to the temples a few times, circled the outside of each and tried to learn, to understand this world and how it works. She's never really stepped foot inside one before, however.
(There's always that voice in the back of her head, the one which remembers just what she caused by stepping into the site in Bodhum. The branding of her arm and the events thereafter, the chill passing through her bones as she turned into crystal.)
Serah breathes deep, squares her shoulders, and steps in. The sorrow weighs down on her as soon as she hears the click of her shoes against the floor, the ever-present weight of the lives lost in the Purge stronger still. She breathes again. No one ever helped anyone by wallowing in their own problems. She can only make up for all of that by trying. )
Hello...? ( Still, there's clear nerves in her voice when she speaks. ) Is anyone there?
action, the day after law's visit.
(There's always that voice in the back of her head, the one which remembers just what she caused by stepping into the site in Bodhum. The branding of her arm and the events thereafter, the chill passing through her bones as she turned into crystal.)
Serah breathes deep, squares her shoulders, and steps in. The sorrow weighs down on her as soon as she hears the click of her shoes against the floor, the ever-present weight of the lives lost in the Purge stronger still. She breathes again. No one ever helped anyone by wallowing in their own problems. She can only make up for all of that by trying. )
Hello...? ( Still, there's clear nerves in her voice when she speaks. ) Is anyone there?