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[focustrigger.livejournal.com]

[When the feed cuts in, there's just sand. Dark sand, like the colour of sand at night, not during the day. Serah lifts it up, slowly, and the view of the sea beyond can be seen. The stars in the sky are shining, and as the camera rotates around- an empty beach front, where hundreds of people should be, but aren't. Where a dome is in place over the water, where fireworks are going off, irregularly, in performance for its vanished audience.

The annual fireworks display, the night before the city was Purged.

Even though the absence of the population makes it feel like that's already happened.

In truth, she's been looking for the nonexistent population ever since exiting what was the exact double of her and Lightning's house. And now she's on the beach, she's just... in a stupor. When she finally speaks- after a long while- she sounds exhausted, like she's been running.]

Home. But empty. How is this happening? And why is there nobody here?

[It just had to be this night. There were so many things about this night. She half chokes up on her next word; it's so quiet it's like she never said it.] Snow...

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[focustrigger.livejournal.com]

Maybe he will. Even though that's selfish of me. [she smiles slightly.]

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[winhillstime.livejournal.com]

[She smiles warmly. A "he," hmm?]

It may be selfish, but we all wish for that. There's someone I want here who was here before and isn't now. Just keep wishing. You'll see him again.

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[focustrigger.livejournal.com]

[she nods, smile a little wider.] ... y'know, there was a myth here, at my home... that if you wished on the fireworks, it would come true. Maybe I should make the most of that... for everyone who's missing someone.

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[winhillstime.livejournal.com]

[She looks touched at that.]

Aw, that would be really sweet of you, Serah. We'd all appreciate it.