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Current Location: Vector Palace, balcony

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The force of the teleport spell slams Kefka into the floor. He sits up, but his vision is blurry andh it feels like the room is spinning under him. Ow ow ow, how had Celes pulled that off? It's cold, dammit, the chill of the wind on this miserable day and he's outside? Yes, seems like it, they're on the balcony where Gestahl gives speeches. He can see city lights glinting off the Guardian above him.

He struggles to his feet, holding his aching head, and looks around for Celes. The two soldiers with him - didn't matter. Chaff. Celes is the important one now, and he's not having her ruin his plans again!

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She shrugged, as if there weren't jail bars between them.

"I've had worse."

Her responses were purposely short, probably not doing much for his mood.

Kefka frowns, leaning against the bars.

"Yeah, that cesspit in South Figaro...but you showed us about putting you in shoddy rooming, ha ha ha..."

He's still smiling, but some of the annoyance is starting to rise. No reaction? No reaction to him?! No no no no no...

She didn't laugh, just looked away from him, towards the black wall next to her.

"Don't you have something better to do?"

"Nope."

Cid had checked him for any signs of trauma, any signs of his mental health deteriorating. Told him to stay in the palace and get some rest for the next few days and stay away from magic sources. Well. Celes wasn't a magic source, she was a nice lovely horrible awful nasty bad traitor and he would be just fine at this distance!

"So talk. Come on. Why did you stab me in the back?"

That question seemed to at least catch her attention, and she glared up at him from where she was sitting.

"You didn't honestly believe that I was coming back to work with you, did you?" It was honestly hard to tell with Kefka sometimes, if he was just trying to get the others to turn on her, or if he actually believed it himself.

"It was a far off chance still worth trying for."

He was, again, of two minds about it. Part of him insisted that she was back for real this time, she would defect and come back to him, she was here and his and no more troubles or worries. And part of him hissed that she had come to destroy them all, destroy her first, put her through the pain he felt, turn her friends on her and then drag her back.

(Not multiple personalities but dueling emotions, emotions so hotcold they flung his body about like a puppet, his whole self submerged in them. Usually, he could navigate a safe middle path through the storm of his feelings - he had done so before, playing at Celes returning and hoping for a good response - and he was doing so now, balancing his rage at the events of the last few days and his sorrow at his losses and his desperate want for a return, come back come back come back - )

"And my little ploy worked, didn't it?"

Her expression darkened, obviously bothered by the events back in the research facility. Still, she kept her voice controlled, and she tipped her head up, almost haughtily. As if she was the one on the outside of the cell.

"It doesn't matter. They got away, and all of that magicite is gone."

Kefka slams himself against the bars, shaking his finger at Celes.

"And whose fault is that?!"

His, his, his. Failure, worthless, why didn't he do better? And, and, and.

And.

He pulls back, brushing his hair back as if he wasn't two seconds away from homicidal a moment ago. Calm. As. Ice. "And it won't matter. I'll get it back, plus more besides."

She started when he slammed the bars, not expecting the outburst. Being away from the Empire for so long had the benefit of getting unused to Kefka's antics, but she just regarded him coolly. More magicite? That caught her attention.

"How are you going to get more? The rest of the Espers are in their realm."

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