Lightning always liked thinking. She was by herself in the vast damned world before her, so her best companion was thinking.
She thought about Serah of course, the first thing on her mind was her little sister, since now, Serah was fighting on her own, and doing a hell of a good job. She stepped out through the corridors, walking back and forth, before giving up and staring down the ancient balcony, at the vast chaotic seas crashing on the land. Ironically, the chaos in this world seemed peaceful. Like an illusion. Everything here was real, yet not. Life and Death never happened in Valhalla. It wasn't possible. Chaos was the only answer he