Do it for Vanille. Much as it was Snow who had taken the only blow in this fight, he might as well have slugged her in the face with those four simple words. She raacted to it visibly, her shoulders pulling up straight, her teeth gritting. More than that, it was the only reason he kept talking before she interjected.

Do it for --

"For Vanille? You're asking me to do this for Vanille?" It was incredulous, her arms dropping, hands balling into fists at her ides. Really it was a wonder she didn't hit him again. "Don't you even know what's going on in the world? Or are you too busy partying the last days away to know what's happening."