"What do you need Damien for?" [i] Lance questioned, leaning his back against the semi-charred tree. His body ached after his ordeal with Anthony, even though there were no physical wounds. [/i]

[i]"He knows how to handle this stuff... He's smart..."[/i] [b]The long fabric ears of her hood almost seemed to droop... But Damien was so often I his own little world or doing his own thing, that catching him at a good time would be... Difficult.[/b] [i]"I don't know anymore... It's all... So difficult..."[/i] [b]Lana curled up into a ball, knees to her chest, head to her knees. And as she did so... She withdrew... She was no different than Belle in her fears and struggles...[/b] [b]And then... A single spark, her cloth wrappings slowly scattering as Lana turned into a swarm of origami balloons, light blue flames inside each one as they scattered into the wind.[/b] [b]Alphonse made some sort of bird like noise before flying upwards, following the balloons, trying not to loose track of his friend...[/b]