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[indent][indent][indent]Was...that all he wanted in the end? Not a full admission of guilt from those responsible for what happened to him, his brother, his master, and everyone who suffered during the destruction of Hellion, but just someone to say those two simple words?

It was...strange. As Zestasia stood there, his blue eyes no longer glaring daggers at Etoile, he didn't see her as some traitor or liar or anyone who represented anything but someone truly empathetic to his life and what he went through. He may never find exactly who was fully responsible for his home being destroyed, but to hear someone who was part of the inquisitors to do what they could to apologize felt like enough. [color=daa520][i]It was enough.[/i][/color]. The truth was he never counted on being in the position he was. He knew one of these days he might find someone who could give him answers and maybe some clue on where his master might be, but he never counted on getting a certain closure that, if he was being truthful with himself, made him want to smile.

And that's exactly what he did. 

Despite his fatigued state, from one blonde to another, Zestasia smiled as bright and wide as he could. [color=daa520]"You didn't have to say that, but thank you!"[/color] He shared a glance with her, meeting the ex-inquisitor face to face. [color=daa520]"But, please, no more sad! We have to press forward and focus on the tomorrow...or the next five minutes."[/color] Zestasia looked around, scratching his head as if the last few minutes hadn't been tense with his own anger. [color=daa520]"Where that'll lead us, I have no idea!"[/color] He laughed, but it hurt to do so.


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