driftfleet | Judgement has been delivered. (Video)

Who: Claire/Lightning Farron & Open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: No - unless you're on the Marsiva.
When: Evening.

(Maybe she has revoked calling herself "Lightning" too soon. Claire blows out an impressed and amused breath as she searches her new quarters. In space. That little detail is hard to forget as she walks by windows clearly showing the stars, bright and twinkling.

Pausing by one said window, a hand on her hip, she admires them. It's hard not to, really. They will always be beautiful even if the idea of their creation and the gods in general are...complicated. At least she knows Bhunivelze isn't responsible for this little interlude.

Flipping open her communicator, assessing the buttons and their various functions, she gives anyone watching a small sigh. Who can blame her, really? She thought she would get a longer break from reality bending oddities.)

Do I look familiar to anyone? (She isn't fond of just giving away her name to a bunch of potentially odd strangers. Unless...

Are we really back to that? Tilting her head, she blows her pink fringe out of her eyes.) My name is Lightning and I don't remember signing up for this voyage.

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[ She could still remember with perfect clarity the last time Lightning had asked her some form of that question, and the laughing answer she'd received when all she could do was look guilty. "No, it's good to doubt. It means you're growing up."

The anger that flickered in her sister's eyes, even just for a moment, told her what she wanted to know, that this Lightning was real. From the explanations she'd been given about this place it didn't seem like it could be a paradox or alternate timeline. Besides, she'd seen the final gate close with her very own eyes. What could possibly have caused one to reopen? No, something else was at work here and the two of them had somehow been dragged into it. ]

Yeah, I'm okay. [ She has no idea HOW she's okay, or how she's here. She may not remember what happened clearly but she's fairly certain she knew what that pain meant. ] Better now, actually. But what about you? Were you assigned to one of the ships in the Fleet already? You're not hurt?

[ Her worry is clear, just like her relief (even held in the slightest reservation depending on Claire's answer) and joy. She wants to ask more, what the last thing she remembers from home, what happened during her fight with Caius, if any of the others were with her. She forces herself to keep it simple to start and waits to hear her sister's response, wishing all the while that they were still back on the hospitality deck so that they could see one another directly. ]

(The final gate. She remembers Serah's death. She had gone quietly to a death-like state of her own, perched on the throne of the goddess. Without Serah, what was the point of living? She would rather spend her days dreaming.

But of course she hadn't completely given up. Maybe that's a Farron trait. She had lost herself, in part, along the way, but everything had been regained in the end. She was finally whole and who she was always meant to be.

Not Lightning. Not a failure. Not a poor excuse for a mother or father or sister. Claire.)

I'm glad. (Her fingertips brush Serah's image and she feels her eyes sting.) Not yet. I will be soon, I'm told. Each ship should have a docking bay. I'll find it and come to you.

(She is happy to answer any questions her sister might have. Setting down her communicator on a ledge, she steps back so most of her body is in the frame.)

See? I'm not hurt at all. I came from...a good place.

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[ The relief is palpable even across the device screen. It's evident in the way that Serah's smile shifts, changing the landscape of her expression. She sees Lightning tracing the screen and can't resist doing the same, touching her fingertips to it as though that would enable her to feel the warmth of her sister's hand, her fingers. But as much as she wished they were having this conversation in person, voice and image would have to do for now.

Claire said she'd come from a good place? Serah could believe it. She seemed lighter than she had in years, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Serah is reminded of standing on the plains of Gran Pulse, beneath the crystal pillar of Cocoon, and unbidden a joyful tear slips free along with a short, happy laugh. The younger Farron quickly frees her hand to reach up and rub at her eye, brushing away the tear with a finger. ]

I can tell. You look good, sis. You look happy...

[ Really, truly happy. Granted their situation wasn't the most ideal, but it was something. They were both alive. She worried even now about the fate of Noel and Snow and Sazh and the others, but they may still turn up yet. ]

Me too. I can't wait to see you again. I heard someone else say something about visits to the planet. We could always meet up there, too.

(She will feel the warmth of her sister soon enough. Lightning is more liberal with her affection these days, though somewhat shy at the same time. Serah is a special case, however, so she can expect to be wrapped up in Lightning's - no Claire's - arms for a good while. They have earned that respite and she will not let it go to ruin for anyone or anything.

In fact, if she could leave the Marsiva, she would. But she's no good to anyone choking in space. This will have to do; this will have to tide her over.)

I have every reason to be. (When are their lives ideal? She is angry they dragged Serah into this... Whatever it is. But it's not like she's sad to see her. Never.)

Whichever happens the soonest. I'll go as far as I need to. You just...do what feels natural. (That's how it goes: she seeks, Serah holds dominion over their lives and their hearts.)

[ It's a change Serah isn't expecting, not with her memories being what they are, but it's a change she'll whole heartedly embrace- no play on words intended. Even so, she's aware that something has changed. Claire can count on a nice, long embrace when they do finally reunite. After everything that's happened and how much they've gone through to be together again she's naturally going to be a while before either sibling is willing to let the other out of their sight more than necessary.

But Claire isn't the only one eager to see her sister. Serah has already decided, with the knowledge that Lightning is still aboard the Marsiva too, that made the decision easy, and knowing that they could go planetside for additional visits after arriving on their assigned ships made Serah feel better about the situation as well. ]

We could meet on the hospitality deck. I haven't left for my assigned ship yet either, so it's perfect!

I'll be there in a few minutes. (Less time, actually, since she takes off at a run the moment Serah verifies her position. Her feet cannot carry her fast enough and she wishes she could be as quick as her once-namesake. Lightning may have a habit for destruction, but it's swift! Besides, she knows whether she is Lightning or Claire, she doesn't have a propensity for destruction. She can help things be renewed.

With the hospitality deck coming into view, she finds her voice for a single name:)

Serah! (Who the hell cares if she gets weird looks? She skids to a halt, her heart racing - and not from her jog.)

[ Two farron's on a mission, what few other occupants are on the ship would do well to stay out of their path, though Serah has no problem dodging around people and calling back half hearted apologies as she goes. When she reaches the hospitality deck in turn a few seconds after Claire she doesn't immediately call out, but instead looks around for the familiar face of her older sister. It's Lightning's call that catches her attention and guides her steps. ]

Lightning!

[ It's a matter of seconds after that when Serah reunites with her sister, and she doesn't waste time waiting for permission to go for the embrace this time. In those final moments after defeating Caius she'd been filled with the dreadful fear that maybe he wasn't simply bluffing, that he really had... The relief she feels, winding her arms around her sister's very real form, at finally having confirmation that it was a lie is beyond measure. ]

(The response is all she needs. Claire catches Serah in her arms, trying to drive the fear and uncertainty from her through physical touch. There is nothing impeding them. They have fought the battles that needed finishing and now they are who they were always meant to be. At least in her case; Serah has been herself from the very beginning and Claire loves her for it and so many other reasons.)

I've got you. (She knows tears are silly, but they fall anyway, racing each other down her cheeks.) I love you, Serah.

(That hasn't changed either, but she has needed to say it for years. Serah deserves to hear it. They are the last Farrons.

For now. Claire pulls back just enough to see her sister's face, brushing back her pink fringe affectionately.

What do you remember?

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