[i]Again, she was in the sea of darkness, floating yet never suffocating. Again the angry red light came on, bathing the darkness in crimson. Her calm collected breath suddenly froze, as if she was finally feeling the effect of drowning. Again, the water suddenly receded, depositing her on a cold metallic floor.

"..malfunction...ne still alive... her?"

A cold voice spoke, as she looked up to the cold iron of a gun. [color=c4df9b]"There's no need for that."[/color]

A noise like thunder reverberated throughout the room, the gun spitting fire as her hand moved instinctively.[/i]

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"Ah.. they're sure taking their sweet time."[/color]

The dream was quickly forgotten after a few meals and the prospect of enemies to fight. Dreams are just dreams after all, and only one dream would be worth following; that of the old man who created Celestial Beings.

That being said, she'd never thought she'd be with Mr Flag over there. Reve thought he hated her, or whoever was piloting the Exia. But at the very least, she could see how he compared to the Graham of her world. Her blood was boiling at the mere thought of it.