"It's fine," Celes admitted, How often is it that she found help in the most unlikeliest of places. It always seemed that the moment she stopped looking, stopped counting on hope that someone extended a hand to raise her up again. She wondered... would she ever be given an opportunity to be this to someone someday? Could she be somebody else's hope?

But those thoughts quickly ebbed away as her concentration turned to her wobbly legs. She was having trouble maintaining her balance and was leaning into and away from Lighting at irregular intervals. She couldn't help it. It took all of her energy to stand. She couldn't afford any to keep steady, nor did she want to complain.

"There's... one more thing I need to ask. Well, two. Have you... heard of a man named... Locke? And a beast... named Kefka."