Night came, and once more Lightning turned to anger. It was a fairly natural thing by now- when overwhelmed, one had to find a way to cope... and though the young woman now knew the full importance of handling the stronger of her emotions, allowing herself indignation at the lack of justice in her situation seemed reasonable enough. So long as she used it effectively, hopefully it would help her do some good.
Tifa's words had been pretty far from anything like what Lightning expected or wanted to hear, and as much as she would have liked to just dismiss most of it, despite everything it had managed to unnerve her slightly. Studies and brainwashing? Nobody knowing why they were here? All that, a confirmation that everyone was simply pulled back by morning, and a strange warning that made it once again sound an awful lot like the dark-haired girl already knew Lightning was a l'Cie.
So what to make of all of this? Even with her now-expanded knowledge of Gran Pulse, Lightning's world-view was still extremely narrow, and her mind went immediately to one thing: fal'Cie. Cocoon fal'Cie, Pulse fal'Cie... in the end, she didn't see much of a difference, and as she considered, the answer in part seemed fairly clear. From what she understood, the Pulse fal'Cie wanted the same thing the ones on Cocoon did- to bring back the 'Maker'. So was this prison, filled with confused Pulsian natives (and two Cocoon outcasts), some sort of back-up plan? Brainwash the people of Gran Pulse into destroying Cocoon and themselves as a bloody sacrifice to the fal'Cie's lost deity?
It was sort of like an Ark, but more supervised... really, like a pen of animals. And what that likely meant was that at least some, if not all, of the others here were l'Cie too. If true, it also served to neatly explain another thing that had been bothering her- was that why the guards and other prisoners found nothing unusual about her and Snow wearing Pulse Brands? Why she'd found herself incapacitated with barely a fight?
They knew what she was, then... just probably not as well as they thought.
Once Tifa was gone and the lights went out, the ex-soldier pulled out the strange light-device from the night before, turning it on with much less trouble than the first time. The near-threat piped over the intercom didn't impress her much, as interesting a scare tactic as it was, and she had let Tifa off by herself without question- there were some things you just left alone, and the actions of her 'room-mate' so far seemed to her to be one of them. She couldn't really stand still, though, and soon afterward she moved from where she had been standing, stepping forward to the room's entrance and through the primitive doorway with little second thought.
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Tifa's words had been pretty far from anything like what Lightning expected or wanted to hear, and as much as she would have liked to just dismiss most of it, despite everything it had managed to unnerve her slightly. Studies and brainwashing? Nobody knowing why they were here? All that, a confirmation that everyone was simply pulled back by morning, and a strange warning that made it once again sound an awful lot like the dark-haired girl already knew Lightning was a l'Cie.
So what to make of all of this? Even with her now-expanded knowledge of Gran Pulse, Lightning's world-view was still extremely narrow, and her mind went immediately to one thing: fal'Cie. Cocoon fal'Cie, Pulse fal'Cie... in the end, she didn't see much of a difference, and as she considered, the answer in part seemed fairly clear. From what she understood, the Pulse fal'Cie wanted the same thing the ones on Cocoon did- to bring back the 'Maker'. So was this prison, filled with confused Pulsian natives (and two Cocoon outcasts), some sort of back-up plan? Brainwash the people of Gran Pulse into destroying Cocoon and themselves as a bloody sacrifice to the fal'Cie's lost deity?
It was sort of like an Ark, but more supervised... really, like a pen of animals. And what that likely meant was that at least some, if not all, of the others here were l'Cie too. If true, it also served to neatly explain another thing that had been bothering her- was that why the guards and other prisoners found nothing unusual about her and Snow wearing Pulse Brands? Why she'd found herself incapacitated with barely a fight?
They knew what she was, then... just probably not as well as they thought.
Once Tifa was gone and the lights went out, the ex-soldier pulled out the strange light-device from the night before, turning it on with much less trouble than the first time. The near-threat piped over the intercom didn't impress her much, as interesting a scare tactic as it was, and she had let Tifa off by herself without question- there were some things you just left alone, and the actions of her 'room-mate' so far seemed to her to be one of them. She couldn't really stand still, though, and soon afterward she moved from where she had been standing, stepping forward to the room's entrance and through the primitive doorway with little second thought.
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