He hadn’t mentioned Terra; he thought about it, but Celes was withdrawn and he was long since friendly with long silences. He didn’t mention a lot of things.

It might have been a mistake. When she caught sight of the telltale, oddly verdant hair, Celes’ façade cracked ever slightly. The recognition, pain, anger, made him feel for his knife. Hope, and gone again.

"If you hurt her, I’ll kill you."

He could have laughed. Instead, he tucked his arms closer to his body and shivered in the Narshe snow. It was blazingly obvious that she didn’t know him that well.