[littl3chocobo]

zosa gasped like a fish as the world righted itself once more. he was so very frightened, there was nothing in his limited store of knowledge to have prepared him for such a fate. he quickly made a promise to himself, he would /never/ allow the story to be disrupted again, for while he knew there was no death he did not understand until this moment that there was always a new beginning.

as he laid there though he became aware of the other clung tightly to him their cloaks tangled around them. he began to laugh then, softly but growing. here he was worrying about his own existence when he had sealed the fate of the other. if the boy started over he could have picked a safe way through the book now he was stuck in this version. zosa felt sick