We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History

Despite how big he was Ocean curled in on himself as he clung to Chrys and hid himself against her side. He lost sight of his goals and directions when he realized Motif was gone. He felt devastated and wished he could curl up into his den and be forgotten. Like he never existed. That would have been a preferable fate to the sickly feeling in his heart, that not even his sister’s healing skills could begin to touch.

He listened to the speech given by Ingnis, but clung to Chrys the whole time, wondering if he had any right to say anything. He felt so alone despite being surrounded by the pack. He felt empty save for the bright flame of Chrystelle as she held him to life. Maybe there was hope, maybe Ignis would lead them on some kind of great crusade to prove themselves, but what would it matter if he wouldn’t have the chance to make Motif proud?

Ocean said nothing, he kept his gaze to the ground and his form glued to Chry’s gray and black body.