The Keyblade War: It must be signed in Steel, and writ in Royal Blood

Phisoxa: " No I never thought you died, only thought as you out there somewhere."

 

Mixt: So do you trust me?

 

Phisoxa: " Its kind of a one sided trust."

 

Mixt: What do you mean?

 

Phisoxa: " Something is strange about you."

 

4sight: like?

 

Xarkness: I have gotten worse for mine...

 

legion: rough

 

Xarkness: Fate is rough.

Sephiroth's and Cloud's sword send echoes of sound to the ground that reminds Xarkness of screaming children.

 

legion: fate is what threw my lot in with these jokers.

 

Xarkness: Must those with power follow fate or must fate follow those with power?

 

The Alchemie and Alsemi ported to were to Alfemie.
Alchemie: We lost control of the Granzon.

 

Phisoxa:" Nevermind."

She said turning away from Mixt as if trying to avoid something.

 

4sight: is there something you aren't telling me soxa?

 

Phisoxa: " No there happens to be nothing I have to be telling you."

 

A dark mist gathered around Nathuar/Aia and Lauren.pro.

 

Aia:" What is the hell is with this random dark mist ?"

 

4sight: if you say so. I'll play along.

 

Phisoxa spoke to 4sight with her mind.

Phisoxa: " It seems a presence of some kind has latched on to Mixt, you know like a parasite , its feeding on his aura. But the parasite is of a dark descent. People with these parasites don't always act like themselves."

 

4sighy mind spoke back

4sight: i think you got the wrong guy