Who: Vincent, Nabooru [closed]
What: She died. He brought her back. But she's not in the greatest shape in the world. 'Nuff said.
When: Right after the second fight with Dark Link.
Where: ...I'll fill this in once it's certain.
Rating: Unrestricted.
She was dead. She had to be. She'd seen the demon's form change shape...take on its true darkness...felt the scorching pain when it tore her throat open...though it seemed like she'd opened her eyes again, it couldn't be true. It had to be a dreamlike state...what else could explain his return?
But the pain came back. Screaming. Her entire body ached. Goddesses, she could barely open her eyes without wanting to cry out, but somehow she managed to...
How...? She was...alive...a crimson-coloured cloak lay over her body. Fingering it delicately, Nabooru ignored her tears; not like she could wipe at her eyes, as both arms were horrendously injured - the left shattered.
She didn't know where they were. Hopefully someplace that devil couldn't find on his damned device. She tried pushing herself into a sitting position, found it much too painful, and lay back with a pained sigh, gold eyes searching for him.