Date: 2009-03-30 06:56 pm (UTC)
He closed his eyes and fought off sleep. Dammit, he was tired. Tired of fighting someone who knew their way around the grimoire more than he did, and tired of other people getting hurt because of that person. He wish he knew a way around the spells that Calum kept casting, a way to keep everyone else safe...

He sighed wearily, not really noticing Namine or Aerith anymore. There had to be a way around it. He knew that much - just... finding it and actually being able to have the strength to pull off such a spell... the thought of it made him want to sleep for a very, very long time.
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