video; (forward-dated to June 19th, late afternoon)

[lightstrike]

To those who've met her, Serah Farron's not in the city anymore. [Light's keeping her face as straight as possible. Why emote in front of all these strangers?] It's been over a week since her disappearance. She may have been sent back home.

[Which is... honestly better for her, as far as Lightning is concerned. She's her big sister, and she'd have liked to spend more time with Serah, but she has a duty. They both do, but better for Serah to do hers, because it's far more important.]

To the newcomers: take this as a sign that we'll go home someday. No one knows when, but someday it will happen.

[And that's enough of an announcement for today. Just talking about it hurts her.]

Audio

[pffft]

I am in the unfortunate position to ask for assistance, as two Autobot delinquents deemed it fit to assault me and run off without another word. The damage is mostly cosmetic, but I will need someone to assist me with a thorough cleaning and re-application of clear coats, among other things.

[His voice gets considerably angrier.]

Additionally, seeing as Chromedome has felt it necessary to avoid me, anyone who sees him can tell him that I refuse to speak with him until he decides to personally address me on this matter.

As for his co-conspirator, I have your face well-mapped in my memory banks and I will be submitting a thorough and extensive report to your superior on what both of you have done.