Celes wasn't sure what to feel. No word of Kefka was probably a good thing, but she had a nagging fear that he was still around... it would be too much to hope that she heard the last of his condescending laugh. Worse, she was still unsure about Locke. Could he had survived? It was possible--she was after all--but a gnawing dread kept at her mind, which the lack of word only made more intolerable.

The pain in her legs had begun to string again, which meant that if they weren't already re-injured in some way they probably soon would be. She was grateful to Lightning. She was very certain she wouldn't have been able to make it this far without her. "No, it's not worse..." she managed through a weak smile.