Justin blinks.  "Oh.  Well, that's settled, then."  Blade dissipates as 
suddenly as it'd formed, but he maintains his ready stance.  Unless she's 
learned to control it, he's still going to have to survive The Justice himself.

Razz stepped forward and walked through the hole, ignoring Justin's presence 
completely. Looking around, her blazing eyes seems to have confirmed that the 
ancient is, for the moment, out of her reach. The glow abruptly faded, even as 
scents of burnt flesh filled the room. Razz fell to the floor, her limp no 
longer able to support herself. This time, however, she remained conscious, 
barely.

Justin was, erm, obviously expecting more than that, or else he'd have been 
there to catch her.  He doesn't /seem/ to rush to her side, but he's there 
quickly nonetheless, already speaking the first phrases of a healing spell.

Razz looked up slowly, and saw Justin by her side... is this 
real? "Justin...?" Razz croaked, not knowing if this was merely another 
illusion.

Justin nods slowly and clearly, still chanting healing.  She must be gaining 
control; she's not burning herself out anymore.  Still as close as makes no 
difference, though.  Finishing a final aid, hopefully restoring a little 
strength to her, he leaves her side a moment and returns with a blanket, with 
which he restores her modesty, such as he can.

Razz followed Justin's movements with her eyes, and was still unable to 
reassure herself that this is Justin. Talking hurt, but it's better than 
before. "Justin... you're Justin, right?"

Justin nods again.  "Justin, yes.  Glad you remember.  Are you, ahh...  do you 
have any idea where we are?"

Razz reached out for Justin's hand, indicating that she wants to hold 
it. "Crulath's castle, or something like that..." she paused. "How did you 
find me?"

Justin takes Razz's hand, and gestures vaguely outward with the 
other.  "Mirai.  She has no idea where here is either, though, other than that 
it's where you are."

Razz frowned in concentration for a second. "Mirai... Oh... did you tell her I 
have her chocobo?"

Justin blinks.  "You, ahh... no, I'm afraid I forgot to mention it.  I'm sure 
she can be informed later."  He takes a look at the burns around the seals, 
and winces appreciatively.  "Do you think you can move?"

Razz shook her head slowly. "No," she murmured, and turned murky blue eyes 
onto Justin again. "Why did Crulath do that? I thought he was a nice person."

Justin shakes his head, almost imitating her gesture.  "At this point, I'm not 
even sure he is a person, nice or otherwise.  But... right.  I don't think 
we're getting out of here until Mirai returns."  He reaches his arms under 
Razz, readying to lift her, and pauses.  "Unless you'd prefer the floor?"

Razz reached out to clutch at Justin's heavy coat. "This is fine..." she 
looked very tired, though not as much in the physical sense than in the 
emotions sense. "Justin... are you mad at me?"

Justin shakes his head, again.  He's been doing that a lot, hasn't he?  "Not 
at all.  By no stretch of the mind has any of this been your fault."

Razz continued to look intently into Justin's eyes. "But I ran away... and I 
went to Crulath of my own will..."

Justin holds a hand up to preclude further protest.  "It's still not your 
fault, see.  You had no reason to think he'd do anything like this."

Razz nodded, slowly, because she's worn out. She remained silent for awhile 
then looked up again. "Why does this keep on happening?"

Justin has no idea where to begin on the question.  He's not even sure what're 
being referred to.  He shrugs, elaborately.

Razz looked up at Justin again, noting his lack of response. "Why does this 
keep on happening?" 

Justin shakes his head.  "I don't know why, I'm sorry."  Whatever Razz might 
think about it, /he's/ getting tired of the cold stone floor. Carefully, he 
lifts Razz, and even more carefully carries her back across to the bed and 
sets her down, and then looks around for a chair. No chair, shit.  Guess he's 
standing.

Razz raised herself into a sitting position, and gestured for     Justin to 
sit down on the bed. "I remember somethings, now, while     Crulath put that 
spell on me and locked me away in my mind."

Justin shrugs.  Or sitting.  He takes a place near the end of the bed, and 
attends to Razz's words.  "You remember things..?"

Razz nodded. "I remember what happened before the river... some what. I 
remember how I left my world..."

Justin is intrigued.  "How did you?  On good terms, I sincerely hope?"

Razz shook her head. "I committed a horrible crime, I think... and powerful 
people placed these on me," she raised her arm to gesture     at her 
tattoos. "And casted me out of the world."

Justin might, were he a younger man, have a hard time associating Razz 
with 'horrible crime', but having seen the justice in action he has     
regrettably little trouble believing her.  "Perhaps not powerful enough, it's 
starting to look like."

Razz looked curiously at Justin, not quite understanding the comment. "And-" 
she paused, a frown coming onto her face. "Did something blow the lights out?"

Justin hasn't noticed, to be entirely honest.  Lack of light hasn't bothered 
him in a long time.  "Perhaps when you sent him through the wall."

Justin spends a moment to conjure a light ball, noticing rather embarrassingly 
as he finishes that it's in fact broad daylight.  Well, that bodes ill.  He 
waves the pinpoint of light before Razz's face, awaiting a reaction.

Razz didn't even blink as Justin shined the light into her eyes. "Justin?" she 
asked, reaching out to search for his hand.

Justin mutters something dismayed, and dispels the lightsource.  "Can't see?"  
He catches her hand and holds it, and wonders how much it would actually 
impact /him/ to lose vision.

Razz could feel that something's wrong by the sudden tensing in Justin's 
hand. "Justin? Open the curtains?"

Justin doesn't shake his head, she couldn't see that.  "No, you knocked a hole 
in the wall when you dealt with Crulath, opening the curtains would be 
redundant."

Razz started, the familiar expression of confusion setting in on her 
face. "But it's morning..." Her eyes widened as realization finally dawned on 
her. "I can't see! Justin, I can't see!" Panic gripped her as she clutched 
tightly at Justin's hand, fearing of not being able to find it again if she 
lets go.

Justin holds Razz's hand in both of his, and waits for her to calm 
slightly. "Shhhhhh.  Has it ever happened before?"

Razz clutched at Justin's hands with her other hand as well. Panic did not 
relent it's grasp on the girl, and tears tumbled out of her icy blue 
eyes. "No... Never...." she whimpered, grabbing ahold of Justin's arm.

Justin supposes, unfortunately for any sympathizing he's going to be doing, 
that blindness wouldn't phase him very much at all.  It must be horrible for 
her, though.  "An effect of your power?  Of the seals containing it, rather?"

Razz bursted into tears, and tried to keep it down for the sake of trying to 
be calm. "I don't know," she whimpered again.

Justin takes one of his hands from her grip and puts his arm around her. 
Unfortunately, it's quite likely that either the power or the seals' reaction 
has damaged her eyes, and such damage is well beyond his ability as a healer.  
Have to find a master, or else get her used to not seeing.

Razz sobbed quietly into Justin's coat, not knowing how she can make do 
without her sight. Slowly, she quieted down... After all, Justin doesn't seem 
too worried, and his confidence helped her calm herself. Perhaps there's a way 
of fixing this. "Justin? Do you-" she started, but is unsure of how to go on 
with that question.

Justin is even less sure how to answer it, incomplete as it is.  There are a 
few likely guesses, though.  "We'll find someone who can help," he reassures 
her, a bit vaguely.

Razz nodded, and even manages a small smile. "Okay," she said quietly. Justin 
will know what to do...