Just want to say, as of now, this is like the third time I've read this fic. The last chapter is insanely chaotic that you pick up little things and different mental images every time...

Also, I've killed hundreds of trees when I printed out this fic, 13 Ways to say Goodnight (despite it being inc) and Sunshine in Winter. Also, a couple of your Zelda ones in a one-shot series I also printed.

Now just to get it binded...

It was only on the tenth time reading this that I finally caught Aesculapius... I felt very stupid. *bangs head*

I also caught Anima. That was Anima wasn't it? Mr. Feel-my-pain?

Like with most of your fanfiction I am happily frustrated that there isn't more, but such is life, it has to end somewhere and happy endings come a dime a dozen but a simple I'm-not-happy-I-am-resignedly-content-with-bursts-of-joy is one of a kind.

This fanfiction broke me. Hard. The first time I read this I spent three days in a daze mumbling Tangoese ("The blood looks like cheese luv, and the mushrooms are rubber ducks")

This time I twitched a little, gave a spasmodic giggle, and moved on.

Um... UPDATE 'BUT THAT WAS IN ANOTHER COUNTRY' DAMMIT! I WANNA KNOW! ARGH!

I wuv you...

After reading this story again for oh, possibly the hundredth time, I had to add on a light note that now having read Sunshine in Winter, the Aesculapius cameo kills me ("Cheeky invalids with bloated legs").

What a wonderful piece of work to have me rolling in laughter to me crying (again) over Rain's death.

First of all, GUH!
You have reduced me to monosyllabic sounds to describe this story, are you happy now!?

Guh, is a good reaction though. Brilliant story, not something I would have thought of, but brilliant all the same. This is actually the first FF:IX fan fiction that I've read (a sorta kinda friend recommended it to me).

Great work!

So, so, so, so wonderful, incredible, beautiful, sad, loving, um... oh damn where's my thesaurus? Lol. But honestly this was one of the best fics I've ever read. The ending made me want to cry with joy, oh sweet little Rain!! (I liked this line: To describe the choking noises that ensued would be totally beside the point; just pretend I did and that they went on for ten page - haha!) Poor, poor Vivi. So bittersweet but so lovely at once. Again, your writing style is advanced, creative and unique. *bows down to superior author* Thank you for filling an evening ^__^

Seriously, this fic is too awesome to describe. The scene at the end was gloriously, perfectly done. And the battle between Vivi and Eiko, astounding. Loved Zidane's futile attempts and Freya's entrance (lol). Also loved Bahamut's appearance and um... well, I'd go on listing but I think I'd start reciting the chapter to you :)

oh goodness! She's gone home!!? I didn't see that coming! Oh, but the poor mages and poor Vivi! Gad, I have to read faster!!

AW, y'know, even though he's a crazy, I still love Vivi. I feel genuinely sorry for him. I can't imagine he'd ever become so bitter and twisted, but you have made it believable. I especiialy like the 'my memories will become part of the sky...' reference linking with the butterfly/caterpillar idea. Very clever.

WWAH!

I'm so excited about how this fic is gonna turn out! If it was a book I'd be resisting turning to the last page right now, y'know? Gah! It's just so good! I can sense a twist coming, I think. Though I'm not very good at predicting endings; I can't even deduce who the bad guy is in Scooby Doo 0_0

Favourite line: 'You're mine to watch' ^__^

oh, it's getting good. I really like Black Tango. I practically screamed: Eiko's been tangoed! when I read his name though. If you live in england you'll know the advert ;) Again, beautiful characterisation. I love Eiko's sharp, sarcastic sense of humour too. And Tango's habit of collecting animals and letting them die is highly disturbing.

wow, so I've just found this (check me and my up-to-dateness) and I'm loving the first chapter! See, I'd seen this fic before but because I'm not a big Eiko fan I skimmed over it. But I'm so glad I found it again because your writing style is fantastic, and even though she's 13 years older you've still captured her character brilliantly. I love the fact she's an engineer, and I look forward (in a sense lol) to finding out about poor Vivi :(

You know, every... few months or so, I come back and I read this fic and Gabi-hime's Aurikku to remind myself that there really is still hope for and for writing in general. You guys are glorious; never before has a story made me cry so much after MULTIPLE readings. I'm stunned at the beauty of the prose in this story, and at your ability to tell a tale like you're weaving; there are threads and colors that tangle together so that when you look at them you have no clue what they're doing, and yet the end result is this glorious, beautiful creation.

Please, write more. About anything.

Excellent, terrifying, sad, bitter, but in all, mostly excellent. The last few chapters were harder to read, but you captured it perfectly, Eiko's mind at the time, it bled into the pages.

You're an amazing writer, for sure. One of my top five fic writers, and I read a lot of fics, that much is certain. I shall have to look through the rest of your stuff, barring those I already have read of course.

I have to admit the whole Stockholm syndrome thing doesn't sit well with me, I felt a little sorry for Vivi, but I could never say he earnt redemption in the end.

I felt uncomfortable with how Eiko fell in the end, but that makes the fic that much better, any truly great writing should make you think, make you consider it. If it stops when the story ends, it's rarely as good as those where your mind keeps on whirring afterwards. Your fic definitely made me think.

I hope you continue writing, I'm enjoying 'But That Was In Another Country ' so far. I'll stop now, before this becomes a mini-essay ^^;

Good work, 5/5, despite it being emotionally draining ^^;

~Damien

Hello,

I first read this story about 4 years ago, and decided quite firmly that it was the best piece of writing I had ever read.

Since then, I've read it once a year.

4 years later, here I am finishing the story for a 4th time, and that feeling of awe has yet to go away. Your writing is phenominal. Its made of pure WIN.

I don't even know how else to describe it. You write better than anyone.

So thank you. Thank you for your creative mind, for your incredible skill, and for sharing that with your readers. Thank you.