A/N: Preloading this in case power’s out Monday. So if I’m slow to reply… well.
“I can show you the way to the Castle that Never Was. Axel wanted to rescue Kairi, and….” Naminé’s voice faltered. “He can’t. So I will.”
Vincent tilted his head, considering her words. From what he knew of Nobodies, this was not without risk. “If you’re too close to Kairi-”
“I know.” Her eyes were wet, but she gave him a brave smile. “There were people I wanted to see. Places I wanted to go. And… I saw them. I met all of you. I’ll never forget that.” She held out her hand. “But I’m afraid, if I tell the others… they might try to stop me.”
“So you went to the Turks. Wise.” Vincent inclined his head. “Are you ready?”
Swallowing, she nodded.
“Scathach. Keys.” Vincent waited until they were close, then glanced at Tseng. “Tell Leon I’ve gone to finish a job.”
Shifting into the silk-mist of Red Cloak, he carried them all away.
“He’s going to get killed,” Siler muttered, poking at yet another of Cid’s diagrams as he tried to sort out what was wrong with the latest crashed Gummi ship. They’d worked out a pretty fair Shakuen-to-English lexicon years ago, but Gummi ships… well, they were made from part of the stuff that kept Worlds apart. Every once in a while something in them might decide they didn’t like their current configuration, and then you had to go hunting for wherever the circuits might have gotten to. “Wrench. Vincent is going to get killed, permanently this time, and I’m going to be stuck here with clothes-switching fairies, live chairs, and what the Mob would look like if Harry Potter went cyberpunk.” The heavy weight of the wrench landed in Siler’s hand, and he almost froze. “…Um. No offense.”
Rude smirked, overhead light glinting off the Turk’s shaved dark head and the myriad silver rings studding his left ear. “None taken.”