"And you," Celes followed Ren up the wall, already becoming quite tired of this climbing routine. But their goal was close at hand, and it was enough to satisfy the general for now. She landed on the other side, and kept her watchful gaze across the yard.

So far, so good. Or at least, that was what the modicum of hope in her Pandora's box believed. Their trip had been surprisingly mundane and quiet, with the departure of that silver-haired fool (and again, Celes wondered if there was a genetic flaw in people with white hair. Setzer was certainly a fine example of Something Wrong).