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Character(s): Braska, Yuna
Content: Father and daughter discuss things.
Setting: Yuna's apartment.
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None, I don't think.

He still couldn't help but wonder just what it was that worried her. Well, perhaps "worried" wasn't quite the word to use, but there was certainly something on Yuna's mind. He had been keeping a close watch on the network lately, but wasn't entirely sure what to say. All of this new information coming up... Why now? And where was this information coming from? It was so confusing. He could hardly make sense of it. Could this have something to do with that?

Braska followed Yuna's directions to the apartment, walking up to the door and knocking. He was worried, he wouldn't deny, but it was better to keep his fears to himself for now. He didn't want to worry her, and so he put on a smile. In any case, he was likely thinking too much about this.

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Worried didn't even come close to what Yuna was feeling. It was more along the lines of agitated by this point. She hadn't let go of the paper since she'd come across it and today was no different. It was tucked tightly into her pocket and even though she was wearing her White Mage dressphere, it was still within easy reach.

As soon as she heard the knock, she turned and walked over, pulling it open so he could step in. "Thanks for coming," she murmured with a smile. "Would you like anything? A drink maybe?"

Braska shook his head as he walked inside. "Nothing, thank you. Though I believe you should be more worried for your comfort than my own. What is it that is troubling you?" he asked, turning around to look at her once he had entered the room.

Yuna shook her head slightly and shut the door behind her father. She was worried, and she'd always been really bad at hiding it. Sighing a little, she moved a hand to the pocket of her White Mage robes, drawing out the paper she'd found and showing it to him.

"I don't really understand it, but I thought it was something you should know about."

Braska looked at her quizzically, but took the paper in hand. His brow furrowed as he read through, becoming increasingly troubled. Whatever it was that was being described seemed somewhat... familiar, somehow. Injections of darkness... had he heard of something like that mentioned once before? Maybe in passing. But the document also mentioned...

Also mentioned experiments. "This is...!" Could it be? Were they talking about the experiments from before? Or were these from before even that? Braska took a slow breath before turning back toward his daughter. "Has anyone else seen this yet?"

Yuna's eyes widened slightly as she watched Braska read the paper, though she shook her head when he finally addressed her. "No one. I didn't think it should be shown to anyone I didn't trust." And goodness knew she trusted her father. "Do you know what it means?"

Braska shook his head. "I have an idea, but I can't be sure," he replied honestly. "But... I am fairly sure that this is something we weren't meant to see." He knew someone needed to see it, but he wasn't sure who. People had gone missing, the numbers of the Resistance had changed. It was hard to tell who was and wasn't here anymore.

"You should hold on to that," he told her solemnly, handing the note back to her. He held her hand gently. "But promise me you will be careful."

Yuna examined his expression carefully for a minute. This was starting to remind her of things happening at home and she wanted to know what was going on here. She didn't like not knowing.

A hand reached out to take the paper back and fold it up so it could be kept in her Gunner pouch. When she looked back up at him, there was a determined glint to her eyes. "I will, but... can you tell me what's going on? I don't like being in the dark, especially about a place I'm going to be living in."

An unspoken, "You can trust me," hovered between them and Yuna hoped he would actually talk to her about the place and his suspicions.

Braska hesitated. She should know--she had a right to know--but there were dangers that came with knowing too much, and he wasn't sure he wanted to put her in that situation. Yuna had faced dangers of her own, yes, but he was still her father, and he wanted her to be safe. And yet...

And yet she still had that note, which already put her in enough danger. It was better to say it. "You have heard of the Organization, haven't you? The ones in command of this place? There have been times when others have been kidnapped by this group, and they have had... something done to them." Braska didn't entirely understand what exactly had been done, himself. He only knew that it was... unnerving, to say the least.

Yuna had already had enough danger in this place to make her willing to risk more. After all, she'd destroyed Sin back home and been on the verge of taking out Vegnagun. Vaguely, the former summoner wondered what was happening there, but she couldn't dwell on it for long. The here and now was more important.

"And you think this note had something to do with it." She frowned slightly at his explanation and reread the note. It made sense. "Light and Dark injections. What do they mean by that? It's something to do with Paixao, isn't it?"

The only questions were what and how.

He shook his head. "I can't say. The Heartless are related to darkness in some way, that I know, and I believe I may have healed a few of those who had been subject to those experiments. But I don't know why they would be putting those things into people. I don't know what purpose it serves." To be honest, Braska wasn't sure he wanted to. There was something about the Organization that was unsettling enough. He didn't think he could get inside their heads.

Well, they were getting an insight of sorts into that now, weren't they? And if there were more than these documents...

Yuna let those words settle in her mind before she nodded with a little determination. "I'll hold onto it carefully and if there's anything I can do to help-" Citizen or otherwise. "-please let me know." Yuna hated sitting around and waiting, after all. If there was work to be done, or an Organization to fight against, she would be more than willing to do anything necessary.

Braska smiled encouragingly and nodded. "I will let you know if anything arises," he promised her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. His smile took on a teasing quality to it as he continued. "Promise me you will not put yourself in too much danger. You wouldn't want to worry an aging man, would you?"

Yuna looked into her father's eyes and returned the smile with one of her own and a nod. "I promise I'll keep myself out of trouble if I can help it. I wouldn't want you to worry any more."

And to accompany those words, she reached out to hug him again. It was so nice to have her father here, alive. She couldn't even put words to it. Somehow, hugging him was the best way, and it felt even more so since she was still wearing her white mage robes.

Braska returned her embrace, holding her tightly. He didn't think he'd ever be able to quite shake the feeling of holding the little girl he had left behind so long ago when he held Yuna, but, then again, something told Braska that was a problem many fathers had. "That's a good girl," he said softly.

He held her in his arms a few moments longer before he let her go, taking a few steps back. "But I should be on my way. I have... much to think about, I think."

Yuna nodded as she pulled back, turning to offer to open the door for him. She didn't really want him to go so soon, but she knew he had to be busy. It was just lucky that she'd been able to catch him at all. Every moment was like an extra dream for her and she loved each time she got to see her father.

"All right," she answered, pulling open the door. "You know you're welcome to stop by any time you want to." She'd never, ever forbid him entrance.

He was somewhat busy, yes. And he had to wonder what exactly some of the other documents said. Perhaps sometime later he would contact others to see if they could compile all of their information together. How long had it been since their resistance had gathered? How many were still around? He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to be the one to spearhead it all.

Braska thanked Yuna, lingering in the doorway a moment. "I will have to take you up on that offer sometime soon."

Yuna returned the words with a smile and a nod. "I hope you do."

With that as a parting, she waited for him to leave and walk far enough away before she closed the door. Seeing her father alive and well like this made her just so happy, no matter the cause of their visit.

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fff what how did I completely miss this

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