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Her words were nice. Her tone seemed like she cared.

Basch wasn’t used to being cared about. 

“There is. It is… something I cannot recall. However,” He took a shaky breath. “I hurt someone very precious and betrayed something that meant the world to me. I am a failed warrior at best, my Lady. You should not waste your kind words on me. I am to remain unforgiven.”

The Knight looked into her eyes though he did not want to see the pure light in them, shining on him. Almost as if she could see everything about him, through the clothing, through the skin; to his very soul.

And it scared him.

His expression touched the young woman’s heart. He seemed so afraid, as if he had reverted to a small, feeble child. Almost as if he was…

“Are you always like a kicked puppy?” She tried to lighten the mood with a tiny giggle, “Because you don’t have to be scared of me. I promise that I’ll keep my feet to myself.”

“And, Basch, it’s not a waste. Your deeds… That’s in a past that we can’t remember… So maybe they can’t either, whoever you wronged, anyway.”

She paused for a minute, only to switch gears slowly, “You know… The one thing I remember is a woman telling me that it’s our past that we look to to move forward. I don’t remember who she is, but I do remember that she means a lot to me and that’s enough. I think she’s right, you know. That we can look back in order to change our future. So… You may have failed once in a past that you can’t recall, but you have a chance now, right?”

“A… kicked puppy?”

Basch smiled and nodded. “Ah. Of course Lady Serah. You are… truly wise.”
There was something about this woman. Something that made him want to hold her close. He wasn’t sure why but she must have had her share of trials. As everyone did here.

“I still think I am to remain unforgiven however your words do soothe me. Thank you.” 

“I guess then we’ll just have to find out what is making you feel that way and fix it. I do owe you, after all. You saved me… so thank you,” she placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head to him out of appreciation.

“I guess I could call you my hero, huh?” Her head lifted back up to cast him a smile and a giggle.

Basch stared at her for a moment.

“I am no hero. But… thank you. You are kind.” He head bowed a bit in respect.  

“I’ll beg to differ. You did save me. You’re the kind one. Thank you,” her eyes closed with a sweet smile and she made to stand up over him, “I have to ask though… Where have you taken me?” Her eyes scanned the environment, taking it in as she had never been to this realm in particular before.

                                       Serah Farron - FFXIII-2

                                                              the archer

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Her words were nice. Her tone seemed like she cared.

Basch wasn’t used to being cared about. 

“There is. It is… something I cannot recall. However,” He took a shaky breath. “I hurt someone very precious and betrayed something that meant the world to me. I am a failed warrior at best, my Lady. You should not waste your kind words on me. I am to remain unforgiven.”

The Knight looked into her eyes though he did not want to see the pure light in them, shining on him. Almost as if she could see everything about him, through the clothing, through the skin; to his very soul.

And it scared him.

His expression touched the young woman’s heart. He seemed so afraid, as if he had reverted to a small, feeble child. Almost as if he was…

“Are you always like a kicked puppy?” She tried to lighten the mood with a tiny giggle, “Because you don’t have to be scared of me. I promise that I’ll keep my feet to myself.”

“And, Basch, it’s not a waste. Your deeds… That’s in a past that we can’t remember… So maybe they can’t either, whoever you wronged, anyway.”

She paused for a minute, only to switch gears slowly, “You know… The one thing I remember is a woman telling me that it’s our past that we look to to move forward. I don’t remember who she is, but I do remember that she means a lot to me and that’s enough. I think she’s right, you know. That we can look back in order to change our future. So… You may have failed once in a past that you can’t recall, but you have a chance now, right?”

“A… kicked puppy?”

Basch smiled and nodded. “Ah. Of course Lady Serah. You are… truly wise.”
There was something about this woman. Something that made him want to hold her close. He wasn’t sure why but she must have had her share of trials. As everyone did here.

“I still think I am to remain unforgiven however your words do soothe me. Thank you.” 

“I guess then we’ll just have to find out what is making you feel that way and fix it. I do owe you, after all. You saved me… so thank you,” she placed her hand over her heart and bowed her head to him out of appreciation.

“I guess I could call you my hero, huh?” Her head lifted back up to cast him a smile and a giggle.

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“Nay, I am not ashamed Lady Serah.” Basch spoke low again, not wanting to speak up. “I am… unworthy of your touch.”

He felt he was in fact. As if he deserved nothing but pain and hate. No kindness. Looking into her eyes that’s all he saw. Kind eyes. Huge blue eyes that showed not only kindness but of hope. 

Hope was something Basch didn’t believe he had. Nor deserved.

“May I ask why you were there at the fight, my Lady?” He wanted to change the subject however her hands on his made it difficult.
They were soft against his rough, callous ones. Hands that knew nothing of war. Hands that healed rather than destroyed. Hands that saved people.

Soft hands…

Lady Serah was pure. She was kind. She deserved far better than a traitor’s company.

She didn’t answer his question, but instead pushed on, “Why do you consider yourself unworthy?” Sitting up, she leaned forward to examine his face a bit closer, hoping to get him to turn back towards her. She wanted to put him at ease, since he did save her and seem to be a kind soul.

“I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” her tone remained even and sweet, as she was trying to coax him into feeling more comfortable. When he refused to look her way, she raised her other hand to turn his face back towards her, using her fingertips against his cheek as a guide, “Besides, as far as I can tell, you’ve done nothing to me except help me! So…” She removed her hand from his face to once again squeeze his own between both of hers, “Don’t think so badly of yourself.”

Her words were nice. Her tone seemed like she cared.

Basch wasn’t used to being cared about. 

“There is. It is… something I cannot recall. However,” He took a shaky breath. “I hurt someone very precious and betrayed something that meant the world to me. I am a failed warrior at best, my Lady. You should not waste your kind words on me. I am to remain unforgiven.”

The Knight looked into her eyes though he did not want to see the pure light in them, shining on him. Almost as if she could see everything about him, through the clothing, through the skin; to his very soul.

And it scared him.

His expression touched the young woman’s heart. He seemed so afraid, as if he had reverted to a small, feeble child. Almost as if he was…

“Are you always like a kicked puppy?” She tried to lighten the mood with a tiny giggle, “Because you don’t have to be scared of me. I promise that I’ll keep my feet to myself.”

“And, Basch, it’s not a waste. Your deeds… That’s in a past that we can’t remember… So maybe they can’t either, whoever you wronged, anyway.”

She paused for a minute, only to switch gears slowly, “You know… The one thing I remember is a woman telling me that it’s our past that we look to to move forward. I don’t remember who she is, but I do remember that she means a lot to me and that’s enough. I think she’s right, you know. That we can look back in order to change our future. So… You may have failed once in a past that you can’t recall, but you have a chance now, right?”

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“Nay, it does not.” He spoke then, his voice quiet. “I… I do not know if I’ve meet you before either. Seems our memories are something we must receive back.” 
Basch looked at the hand holding hers not understanding the need to draw it back and apologize. In his world did he do something so terrible that he did not think himself worthy of someone to hold his hand?

“Are you hurt?” He asked once again. “I was afraid that something had happened to you during that battle. I have a potion on me, if you so wish to be cured, my Lady.”

His hesitation stirred feelings of tenderness in the pinkette. There was something so self-effacing about the burly man. It seemed very out of place, but in a way that charmed her. A gentle smile graced her lips as she set her eyes on his own, blue meeting gold.

“I’m alright,” She lowered her own soft voice to match him, “Don’t worry. I think I was just dreaming…” Her head shook a little bit, but she made it very slight to keep their eyes locked, “You save the potion for when you need it.”

She wanted to change her attention to the surrounding area and look for Zack, but for a reason she couldn’t quite place, her eyes did not want to look away from the warm gold shining back at her. She hardly noticed a swallow before she spoke up in a whisper again, “Who… Who are you?” The tremor to her voice was another thing she did not expect and the realization of it had her grasping his hand just a little tighter.

“As long as you are alright.” He noticed her eyes, how blue they were and… so full of life. Of positive energy.

Of hope.

Basch closed his eyes, finding himself unworthy to look into this woman’s eyes. They were so kind, so soft and who was he to gaze upon them? He did something terrible in his world, he knew it. He could feel it. Deep within him, screaming at the back of his mind.
He deserve no kindness. No love. Nothing but… hate? Was that what he felt?

“I am Basch fon Ronsenburg. You are. . ?” 

His pupils widened a little, she saw, before he averted them. There was a surprise in that instant, only to be replaced by a shame she could feel rippling from him in waves. As he introduced himself, she could clearly hear the guilt that accented his name, barely noticing that he possessed an actual foreign accent. His hand slipped away from hers as he was pensive, thoughts focused no doubt on whatever was vexing him.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly to the side, “My name’s Serah Farron. And hey…” Her fingers carefully moved to reclaim his hand, hoping not to startle him. Her eyes still would not leave his face as she finally found his fingers and just barely connected their fingers, “Basch, why are you so… ashamed? Is something on your mind?”

“Nay, I am not ashamed Lady Serah.” Basch spoke low again, not wanting to speak up. “I am… unworthy of your touch.”

He felt he was in fact. As if he deserved nothing but pain and hate. No kindness. Looking into her eyes that’s all he saw. Kind eyes. Huge blue eyes that showed not only kindness but of hope. 

Hope was something Basch didn’t believe he had. Nor deserved.

“May I ask why you were there at the fight, my Lady?” He wanted to change the subject however her hands on his made it difficult.
They were soft against his rough, callous ones. Hands that knew nothing of war. Hands that healed rather than destroyed. Hands that saved people.

Soft hands…

Lady Serah was pure. She was kind. She deserved far better than a traitor’s company.

She didn’t answer his question, but instead pushed on, “Why do you consider yourself unworthy?” Sitting up, she leaned forward to examine his face a bit closer, hoping to get him to turn back towards her. She wanted to put him at ease, since he did save her and seem to be a kind soul.

“I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with you,” her tone remained even and sweet, as she was trying to coax him into feeling more comfortable. When he refused to look her way, she raised her other hand to turn his face back towards her, using her fingertips against his cheek as a guide, “Besides, as far as I can tell, you’ve done nothing to me except help me! So…” She removed her hand from his face to once again squeeze his own between both of hers, “Don’t think so badly of yourself.”

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“Nay, it does not.” He spoke then, his voice quiet. “I… I do not know if I’ve meet you before either. Seems our memories are something we must receive back.” 
Basch looked at the hand holding hers not understanding the need to draw it back and apologize. In his world did he do something so terrible that he did not think himself worthy of someone to hold his hand?

“Are you hurt?” He asked once again. “I was afraid that something had happened to you during that battle. I have a potion on me, if you so wish to be cured, my Lady.”

His hesitation stirred feelings of tenderness in the pinkette. There was something so self-effacing about the burly man. It seemed very out of place, but in a way that charmed her. A gentle smile graced her lips as she set her eyes on his own, blue meeting gold.

“I’m alright,” She lowered her own soft voice to match him, “Don’t worry. I think I was just dreaming…” Her head shook a little bit, but she made it very slight to keep their eyes locked, “You save the potion for when you need it.”

She wanted to change her attention to the surrounding area and look for Zack, but for a reason she couldn’t quite place, her eyes did not want to look away from the warm gold shining back at her. She hardly noticed a swallow before she spoke up in a whisper again, “Who… Who are you?” The tremor to her voice was another thing she did not expect and the realization of it had her grasping his hand just a little tighter.

“As long as you are alright.” He noticed her eyes, how blue they were and… so full of life. Of positive energy.

Of hope.

Basch closed his eyes, finding himself unworthy to look into this woman’s eyes. They were so kind, so soft and who was he to gaze upon them? He did something terrible in his world, he knew it. He could feel it. Deep within him, screaming at the back of his mind.
He deserve no kindness. No love. Nothing but… hate? Was that what he felt?

“I am Basch fon Ronsenburg. You are. . ?” 

His pupils widened a little, she saw, before he averted them. There was a surprise in that instant, only to be replaced by a shame she could feel rippling from him in waves. As he introduced himself, she could clearly hear the guilt that accented his name, barely noticing that he possessed an actual foreign accent. His hand slipped away from hers as he was pensive, thoughts focused no doubt on whatever was vexing him.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head slightly to the side, “My name’s Serah Farron. And hey…” Her fingers carefully moved to reclaim his hand, hoping not to startle him. Her eyes still would not leave his face as she finally found his fingers and just barely connected their fingers, “Basch, why are you so… ashamed? Is something on your mind?”

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“Are you… alright?” He placed his hand on her forehead. “It was a nasty fall you had. I did not wish you to be harmed.”

Basch frowned slightly. “Do you need to be cured?” 

“Huh?” Once her eyes had adjusted to the light, she squinted to see the mug of the very man in her dream. “You… You’re the man I saw,” her fingers went up to his scar and touch it lightly, checking to see if it was real.

“You have seen me? Where?” He asked, a bit confused. “Have I seen you before?” Basch was oddly puzzled, as she touched his scar. Shivering, he gasped and placed his hand on hers.

Her eyes narrowed in an equally puzzled look as he inhaled sharply at her lightest of touches. “Does that hurt? I’m sorry!” Immediately she flinched her fingertips back, instead opting to gently grasp his hand.

“I don’t mean to hurt you, sir…” She bowed her head in apology before looking back up to examine his face again, “But yes… I saw you in a dream… I don’t know if you’ve ever met me before, though. My memory has been erased and I’m guessing yours has been too,” She encompassed his hand in both of hers, ashy blue pupils still comparing his face to that of the man she had seen in the mist.

“Nay, it does not.” He spoke then, his voice quiet. “I… I do not know if I’ve meet you before either. Seems our memories are something we must receive back.” 
Basch looked at the hand holding hers not understanding the need to draw it back and apologize. In his world did he do something so terrible that he did not think himself worthy of someone to hold his hand?

“Are you hurt?” He asked once again. “I was afraid that something had happened to you during that battle. I have a potion on me, if you so wish to be cured, my Lady.”

His hesitation stirred feelings of tenderness in the pinkette. There was something so self-effacing about the burly man. It seemed very out of place, but in a way that charmed her. A gentle smile graced her lips as she set her eyes on his own, blue meeting gold.

“I’m alright,” She lowered her own soft voice to match him, “Don’t worry. I think I was just dreaming…” Her head shook a little bit, but she made it very slight to keep their eyes locked, “You save the potion for when you need it.”

She wanted to change her attention to the surrounding area and look for Zack, but for a reason she couldn’t quite place, her eyes did not want to look away from the warm gold shining back at her. She hardly noticed a swallow before she spoke up in a whisper again, “Who… Who are you?” The tremor to her voice was another thing she did not expect and the realization of it had her grasping his hand just a little tighter.

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“Are you… alright?” He placed his hand on her forehead. “It was a nasty fall you had. I did not wish you to be harmed.”

Basch frowned slightly. “Do you need to be cured?” 

“Huh?” Once her eyes had adjusted to the light, she squinted to see the mug of the very man in her dream. “You… You’re the man I saw,” her fingers went up to his scar and touched it lightly, checking to see if it was real.

“You have seen me? Where?” He asked, a bit confused. “Have I seen you before?” Basch was oddly puzzled, as she touched his scar. Shivering, he gasped and placed his hand on hers.

Her eyes narrowed in an equally puzzled look as he inhaled sharply at her lightest of touches. “Does that hurt? I’m sorry!” Immediately she flinched her fingertips back, instead opting to gently grasp his hand.

“I don’t mean to hurt you, sir…” She bowed her head in apology before looking back up to examine his face again, “But yes… I saw you in a dream… I don’t know if you’ve ever met me before, though. My memory has been erased and I’m guessing yours has been too,” She encompassed his hand in both of hers, ashy blue pupils still comparing his face to that of the man she had seen in the mist.

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Who—Who turned out the lights?

The darkness that had suddenly come out of nowhere caused Serah to freeze up in fear.

Where’s Droxas? Zack? Anyone? Where am I?

Two faces appeared out of the dark haze.

Who… Who are you?

They don’t respond, acting as if they were breathing portraits. She could only make some of their features out because of a haze that enshrouded the finer details.

Have I met either of you before in my life prior to Cosmos? You’re both so similar… Like twins.

The only striking difference that she can make out is that one of the men has a scar slashed across from his temple to his cheek.

Where did that come from? Did I cause it? Did your twin? Battle? Or can you not remember and the memory has been lost in the passage of time?

The now realized to be blondes face each other now, a distorted glare crossing being cast on one another.

Were they enemies? Why did they seem to be so upset at each other?

As fast as they had come into golden light, a magical red mist had blew up between them. Suddenly a pair of blades were in view, glinting to blind the young seeress. 

Why were they about to fight? And who were they? Is this a memory I’ve recovered?

“My Lady, are you alright?”

He gently asked, the girl in his arms. The fighting had started between two of them and the girl had just blacked out.
No reason. Basch didn’t want her harmed so he took her and tried to find safety.

“My Lady?” Basch asked again, setting her down gently. His hand slightly shaking her. “Please… wake up.”

She was still breathing, that much he knew to be true. He wanted to save her. To able to save at least one person from this war.

“My Lady?”

Huh? Who… Who said that? Who are you?

The duo that had clashed blades before her disappeared, swept away in the red mist. 

“Please… Wake up.”

Wake up…? I’m… I’m dreaming?

Her eyes flung back open, only to wince closed from the light painfully blinding her. A low groan resonated from her throat as she regained movement in her hand and raised it up to her forehead.

“Are you… alright?” He placed his hand on her forehead. “It was a nasty fall you had. I did not wish you to be harmed.”

Basch frowned slightly. “Do you need to be cured?” 

“Huh?” Once her eyes had adjusted to the light, she squinted to see the mug of the very man in her dream. “You… You’re the man I saw,” her fingers went up to his scar and touched it lightly, checking to see if it was real.