The Bells of Fantom City
"Trust?" she whispered bitterly. "I've trusted people before. I know what it feels like to arrive too late."
"You think I don't?" Lane replied quietly.
Videl finally looked at her.
For a brief moment, neither of them heard the explosions or the desperate cries echoing through Fantom City.
There was only silence between two girls who had grown up side by side.
"I still remember..." Lane continued, her voice softer than before, "when we were children. You always rushed ahead before anyone else. Even when you were scared, you pretended you weren't."
Videl gave a weak, frustrated laugh.
"And you were always the one chasing after me."
"Because someone had to keep you alive."
A faint smile appeared on both of their faces before disappearing just as quickly.
Videl looked toward the burning streets.
"Nothing's changed."
Lane shook her head.
"It has."
"It doesn't feel like it."
"It does."
Lane stepped closer until they stood shoulder to shoulder.
