Yuffie shook her head slowly, her arms tightening slightly around his waist. She was happy that he was there even with the shots sounding behind her. She flinched at each pop of their guns as if it was her who was struck.

"MarKus? Am I allowed to be happy? When my life was paid for with someone else's? I thought I was happy and now... I don't think that's okay." He had made her happy. Each time that she stopped by only to sit on the counter and watch him work. Sometimes she'd only smile at him and wave not daring to say a word or to break his concentration. Thinking back on it, it was a happy memory filled with light.

"I don't know what to do."