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New FIC!!!!
Okay, so I've hit a writers block with Seifer, but here is a small excerpt of the one I'm working on right now.
"Enough," Raines commanded. "This case is no longer in your hands. Rygdea, escort our PSICOM commander out."
Rosch straightened, removing his gloves and disposing of them on his way out. He brushed up against his Cid, "Don't be fooled by her innocent expressions. She is a Pulsian savage and despite your attempts to introduce her to civilization, her presence presents a threat to Cacoon." Rygdea cleared his throat and Rosch followed him out.
Raines looked about the cell and sat at the steel table facing his prisoner. Lightning shut the door, grinding her teeth at the sound. She looked at the bloodied mess chained to the wall, forcing the prisoner to stand. She hate this. Torture had never sat well with her and now that she was looking at the beaten, bloodied, and defiled body of Serah's most beloved teacher, she found her distaste and rage growing. All the while she kept her face trained and calm, just like Cid's. How she hated this.
"I apologize for your rough treatment at the hands of PSICOM, " Raines said calmly. "But you must understand our position."
The girl looked up at them through one half lidded eye, the other swelled shut. "I do understand," her voice rang sweet and clear despite the faint hoarsness. "You're scared. All of you are. Scared of a place, of a people, you never bothered to understand. Scared of us Savages. But what makes a person savage? What is barbarism if what just happened wasn't it?"
Rosch straightened, removing his gloves and disposing of them on his way out. He brushed up against his Cid, "Don't be fooled by her innocent expressions. She is a Pulsian savage and despite your attempts to introduce her to civilization, her presence presents a threat to Cacoon." Rygdea cleared his throat and Rosch followed him out.
Raines looked about the cell and sat at the steel table facing his prisoner. Lightning shut the door, grinding her teeth at the sound. She looked at the bloodied mess chained to the wall, forcing the prisoner to stand. She hate this. Torture had never sat well with her and now that she was looking at the beaten, bloodied, and defiled body of Serah's most beloved teacher, she found her distaste and rage growing. All the while she kept her face trained and calm, just like Cid's. How she hated this.
"I apologize for your rough treatment at the hands of PSICOM, " Raines said calmly. "But you must understand our position."
The girl looked up at them through one half lidded eye, the other swelled shut. "I do understand," her voice rang sweet and clear despite the faint hoarsness. "You're scared. All of you are. Scared of a place, of a people, you never bothered to understand. Scared of us Savages. But what makes a person savage? What is barbarism if what just happened wasn't it?"