[FFVI] What Are You Doing?
-What are you doing?
The scientist, in his unusually tight yellow cloak, examines the minute the child's face: it reads the purest of curiosity. The small
Celes was not never made qualms about interfering in the lives of others - always with a smile, and that way of circling around the room, as if to dance every second of the day: ah, how much he loves her, Cid! Treats it as his own daughter, even if the part assigned to him is his father's gruff and partly absent, rather than the guardian judicious and measured. No, that's Kefka.
-Be patient, I'm almost finished. It's a surprise!
Kefka, the prodigy, the protégé and fellow Gestahl snacks Leo - oh, yes he would slap a father! Celes Kefka has, take long walks together and always come back later. Celes is ten years old, but he knows what dangers must avoid. Kefka is not dangerous, Cid, put it in your head. Kefka is in place, is strong, wise. Twenty-seven years in the physical but more than a century in the spirit, is brilliant and Celes is like pure magic.
-I want to know what it is!
Remember, Cid? The first time you saw it was little more than a newborn. What should be expected to have the mother held her in his arms as if they belonged to the smallest of ways - has abandoned one of the greedy arms of Gestahl and gone, so, with the full head of hair to blonde wind, characteristic of the child. And he did that? Did he discharged in her lap, told you to take care of them and to continue your experiments.
-I told you to be patient, Celes. I'll have for a while. Why do not you go for a walk, in the meantime?
Your suggestions are pathetic, Cid. She is smart, he understands that his feet did not want because it's annoying and frivolous and cheerful - oh, so Celes! And he goes, with a smile, looking for his friend's favorite. The guard disappeared, do you think will serve the new clothes because the green is not good, and damn you're too nervous Cid.
Calm down. Breathe.
Now that's better. We cover the face with their hands, blaming tiredness and guilt: You know that Celes, your Celes, will soon end under the knife and will be forced to become a woman faster than expected. The same fate of thousands of men, think with a troubled, who will be forced to serve Gestahl no questions asked. But
Celes is intelligent, you know. He does not need a crown to be manipulated: she knows that if he wants to survive, it will bend and be silent.
not smiling. Draw a strange grin on his face, but does not smile. Furrowed brow, lips tight, clenched jaw.
What do you think, now, Cid? Cane.
Are you a dog, nothing else. Bravo four-legged, he would say. Will hold a shoulder with the strong hand, you look straight in the eyes with irises the same color as the clothes of the girl child, so that green Celes, and I burst out laughing in the face. Black on white, Cid're a scum and I despise you. Kefka did not need words, he knows how to hurt or even just smiling waving - laughing like a madman. Even
you're crazy, Cid: the frenzy of your thoughts, feelings of guilt for that poor girl with green hair and Celes - oh, Celes, again her. Degenerate father.
-Celes.
is not a request, it is an order. The girl dressed in yellow nods, and follows closely the one which was once the certainties of the now Generalessa Empire. His eyes penetrate and wound Cid, eyes as blue as the ice that can create with so much power to frighten, as if the magic was created directly in her, before being so infused in force to enable it to drive a mechanical beast corresponding to the name of Magitek. Kefka laughs, enjoyed your obvious ignorance, because he can not even imagine what you, Cid. Celes is his, and so is the other girl, so fragile and yet the most powerful of the same jester - since you're so funny, my friend, with that trick worthy of the most shameless brothel?
You can almost feel the smell of his brain fried-out and as you pass by, followed by the beautiful Celes - would you hug her, tell her you're sorry, but reluctantly continue to build and build and build and tear pillows with regret, because , and you're a degenerate father allowed her to make her that mad.
-Force, Celes adored. We expect, Maranda! It will be fun.
and laughs, the shameless jester. He laughs, because he never learned to cry, and she looks down. His silence hits most of the laughter of the magician.
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