IC (Trakuda, ruins of Jianheim): The world slowly faded into view. Or, at least, the blackness of unconsciousness slowly faded away, to reveal a thick coating of dust and rubble littering the floor. He felt weak, dazed and confused. But slowly, surely, a figure appeared in the mist. A shapely, beautiful figure of blue, the one thing that could make Trakuda happy and sad and angry all at the same time.Solia had returned.Suddenly the fatigue and trauma had disappeared, Trakuda leapt to his feet, and stared. His vision became cloudy once more as a warm liquid filled his eyes. Then he was running, running like he never had before, running for a purpose, a future. Once Solia and Trakuda reached each other, they almost embraced, but quickly drew away, evidently a little embarrassed at being so affectionate in the middle of a war zone."Grown a little haven't you?" Trakuda began,"Yeah, you could say that...""Solia my lo- I mean- sorry I-""It's okay. I'm here. I came back.""Ah, dang it Solia-" he threw his arms around her, and she did the same. Their two groups fought furiously nearby, but the two neither noticed nor cared. Trakuda felt as if he was finally at peace. His quest was over.