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    Another new cycle. And the last hadn't ended in Cosmos' favor. Hardly any of them did anymore. Not that Cecil knew just how many cycles he'd been through. He just knew he'd survived there long enough to see several cycles, and reclaim most of what he'd lost; the pieced memories slowly connected into the almost complete puzzle of his recollection.     He stood with the Warrior of Light in the Lunar Subterraine. Remaining there sometimes pulled a last memory or two out of hiding, and Warrior was always nice enough to extend their patrol, giving him some extra time there. But nothing came to light this time.  Just as he moved to go, the wh

    Warrior looked sharply to Cecil. Rosa was his wife from Baron! He barely stopped talking about her.     Yet there she was before the two of them, her beautiful features so stunningly eye-catching Warrior nearly abandoned decency and stared. He pulled his gaze from the woman and looked back to Cecil.     For a second he looked absolutely destroyed. Then, relief colored his flushed face.     "Rosa!" The word escaped his lips. "Rosa! I'm so glad to see you!" He stepped towards her.     She stepped back.     "Yes, I am Rosa," she said, caution creeping into her tone. "But who are you? How do you know me?"     His smile faltered. He ste

     "My lord Chaos," Garland fell to one knee before the monstrous god of discord.     The Emperor chuckled at Garland's pitiful submission to the deity before them, then knelt with the rest of them.     Hm. How pathetic. The only one kneeling in true servitude of their 'master' was Garland. It was amusing, really. He clung to every word of the monster as though his very being depended upon the god's advice. The rest knelt in sheer terror. Especially Golbez. That sorry excuse for a vessel of hatred was probably quaking in his armor. Even Kefka, who had a comment for everything, remained silent in the presence of Chaos.     As for him, he