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magitekfloozyLocke was back, but he was still dealing Rachel. He wasn't ready for her and Celes knew it. To be honest, she wasn't so sure she was ready for him, not after everything that had happened with Balthier. She was in the Library of the Ancients to the north of the Outer Continent and had been there for a while. Recently, she'd asked Balthier to meet her here and she could only hope that he would do so.
She turned her hands over on the page she'd been staring at for the last hour. Somehow time seemed to be slowing down and she didn't like it. With a sigh, she turned the page over to the next one. She was giving him the day. After that, she would return to Figaro and call it a lost cause.
She turned her hands over on the page she'd been staring at for the last hour. Somehow time seemed to be slowing down and she didn't like it. With a sigh, she turned the page over to the next one. She was giving him the day. After that, she would return to Figaro and call it a lost cause.
