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Hello?

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Ah, Garnet, it is a relief to hear your voice. I had seen there is some trouble brewing. How fare you and your people?

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[There's a long pause] This place is... not like I remember it. But we have all made it through ... unharmed, I suppose, is the best word.

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You too have found yourself in this place?

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In Memoria? Yes. This is not my first time, either. But it's different this time. It was never so vivid before.

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I see. Forgive me, but have you any idea why this has come about?

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I don't. I didn't even realize that's what it was at first. It doesn't make any sense. Memoria is made of memories, but why it's here... [trails off]

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There is someone here by the name of Zidane asking to speak with you. Do you know him?

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Y- you're with Zidane? [Oh, she sounds relieved, and maybe sliiightly uncomfortable] Yes, I know him. He's -- [calms a little] We're very close.

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[Said Zidane is nearby, arms crossed, tapping his foot as he waits. Come ooooooon.]

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[Vayne has turned so he can't see Zidane being impatient. Probably on purpose, but he hides it well.]

What good fortune then. I apologize for the delay in inquiring after your welfare. I had believed myself returned home at the first and proven myself untrue in my vow to stay.

[Added as a complete afterthought...]

While he is here, would you care for a word?

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[You can't see her, but she's blushing just a little. Maybe a bit ashamed] Yes, if you wouldn't mind.

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Certainly, my dear. Whatever you desire.

[He extends the phone to Zidane.]

She wished to speak with you.

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Finally!

[He catches the phone, he might have muttered a thank you, but the irritation is gone from face and voice by the time he's actually speaking. In fact, he's smiling.]

Hey! How're you holding up?

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[Oh, she is so glad to hear his voice. But god, this is kind of awkward. Knowing he's standing right next to Vayne, of all people.] Well enough. No one has gotten hurt. What about you? Are you alright?

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Oh, we're alright. Little weird...can't stand this place.

[Zidane glances at Vayne then walks off a few steps, not far enough awya not to be heard, just enough so he felt like he wasn't standing near the man.]

I'm not sure we can get hurt, just...shook up, you know? Plus some of the memories weren't so bad. Course...some of 'em weren't memories...

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[A pause. She's making sure Cloud and Seifer haven't gone off without her] So... you experienced that as well? It seemed so strange... But you're right, they weren't all memories.

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Some of 'em weren't bad either, though. Not really sure what the point was.

[He grinned then, and it's fairly evident in his voice.]

Remember when I surprised you during the play? Changing the line and under the cloak and all that? I got to do that again, that was pretty awesome.

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[There's a certain fondness in her voice.] How could I forget? I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. ...So. You relived that, huh?

[A pause] Do you think... those things that weren't memories... could they be something else? Could we be seeing the future?

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Yeah. I was just as awesome this time as last time, too. [Modesty? Nah.]

What? No way. Nobody knows the future, Dagger. Not even this crazy place. Garland was powerful, but he wasn't anything like that.

[He frowns.] You were right about him, by the way.

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[a bit of disappointment] I guess you're right...

--Wait. What do you mean I was right about him? --Zidane, what happened?

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He was doing that talking-in-my-head thing. He's here, somewhere...Not gonna risk looking for him though, not with so many other people stuck here.

[He shook his head.]

We can talk about it later. What did you see? [Yes, he picked up on her disappointment. He's good at that.]

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[Dodging the question] Are you sure you weren't just... remembering it?

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Yeah, I'm sure. He didn't say anything he said before, ya know? And it was...different, somehow. More real. I can't explain it just...trust me.

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I do.

...What else did you see? [This really isn't the time, bust, she wants to know anyway]

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Well...some of its kinda embarressing...

Besides, you didn't answer me when I asked. Fair is fair.

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. . . [there's hesitation] I saw, a house on a cliff, overlooking the ocean. And there were lots of people. Everyone, all of our friends. Even the people I know, who aren't from Gaia. It was... someone's birthday. And there were kids, everywhere. And you and I...

Mm. Nevermind.

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Hey, that sounds pretty nice, actually. 'Course, we'd have to get away from the castle and all.

[He doesn't press her on the last bit, though it's obvious, and it causes him to glance over at Vayne. He barely manages to avoid saying something about her telling the man.]

Mine was kinda like that. Similar. Sort of.

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[Vayne hasn't gotten where he is without having learned the fine art of paying attention. He's been subtly paying attention to the conversation, while appearing otherwise engaged. The comment about away from the castle piques his attention further. Is this that coward of Garnet's? How droll.]

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'Similar'. 'Sort of'. [Somehow, she doesn't believe him] Well, fine, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

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It was, really! Okay, except it was an airship not a cabin, a huge one, like a house-airship I guess. Bigger than the theater ship, right? Except it wasn't lots of people, just us and...us.

[He frowns. It suddenly occurs to him that they're discussing all of this within earshot of Vayne.]

We could probably talk about this once we're out of here.

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[Oh geez, she'd ACTUALLY forgotten that for a moment] Right. You're right. Nn. You should probably hand the phone back to him...

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[Well, he doesn't particularly want to, but he can always call her back later.]

Yeah, I guess. I'll see you soon, okay? Love you.

[He tugs the phone away from his ear a moment later and turns, half-tossing it to Vayne. He almost hangs up, but manages to resist at the last second.]

Yo, catch.

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