Her gaze seemed glued to her hands, and where they went, her eyes followed. Dagger looked at her fingers, and his, and then turned her palms so that they might fit better in his grasp. Why did so many people who were important to her, get taken away?

Dagger's grip tightened as she drew closer to him, setting her cheek against his shoulder; a silent expression of gratitude. As guilty as she felt for this relief, she felt equally as guilty for what she had put Zidane through. She'd been unfair, putting him through that wait.

"...I know you didn't like him... But he didn't deserve this."