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FFVIII: Resignation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Quistis/Selphie
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: PG
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of a mission that shouldn't have been.
Wet streets, and wet people, and a place under a dripping parasol in front of a restaurant. It doesn't seem very Quistis and Selphie isn't quite sure how to respond to it. But then, Quistis hasn't seemed herself since that mission. That mission...
"Hey," she says, because that's always a start. She plops down on the seat next to Quistis, ignoring the wet, even though it quickly soaks her dress. She's already chilly, and damp, so a little more wet won't hurt her. She looks up into Quistis' face, biting her lip. "How've you been?"
The words are empty, because she knows how Quistis has been and she doesn't really want to know anymore. She knows how she's been; she's been fighting, fighting the memories of that day, fighting her own demons, a blur of energy and her weapon and hurt. And she's sick of it. She's the last of those on that mission to resign, but it was inevitable.
Quistis was just the first.
"It wasn't right."
It's not an answer to the question and she hasn't bothered with a greeting, but Selphie reaches out, taking Quistis' hand in hers and nods. "We all knew it."
"Why did we do it? Why did Squall let us?"
"We were mercenaries," and Selphie's voice trembles on were, because it's strange that that part of her life is over and done, "we obeyed our leader. And Squall was Commander, he had to make us do it. That's what SeeD was made for. What we were trained for. And," the words tremble again, and the tears come into her eyes, and her voice raises, "I wish that it wasn't like that! Kill the Sorceress to save the world -- why couldn't we just contain her, protect people?"
"We killed our friend."
It still isn't an answer, not really, but it's a response of some kind. Selphie presses the hand in hers.
"We killed a Sorceress, we... we did what was right. Didn't we?"
"Squall didn't think so."
Selphie's been living in a blur since they fought her, since they killed her, since that mission. It's been a blur of resignations and funerals and break ups and monster bodies laying and Rinny's body laying there all pale and bloodless and dignified even though --
And Quistis hasn't been living, not really.
"I've missed you," Selphie says, softly.
Quistis squeezes Selphie's hand back, looking up and finally meeting her eyes, swallowing hard. "Missed you too."
Pairing: Quistis/Selphie
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: PG
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath of a mission that shouldn't have been.
Wet streets, and wet people, and a place under a dripping parasol in front of a restaurant. It doesn't seem very Quistis and Selphie isn't quite sure how to respond to it. But then, Quistis hasn't seemed herself since that mission. That mission...
"Hey," she says, because that's always a start. She plops down on the seat next to Quistis, ignoring the wet, even though it quickly soaks her dress. She's already chilly, and damp, so a little more wet won't hurt her. She looks up into Quistis' face, biting her lip. "How've you been?"
The words are empty, because she knows how Quistis has been and she doesn't really want to know anymore. She knows how she's been; she's been fighting, fighting the memories of that day, fighting her own demons, a blur of energy and her weapon and hurt. And she's sick of it. She's the last of those on that mission to resign, but it was inevitable.
Quistis was just the first.
"It wasn't right."
It's not an answer to the question and she hasn't bothered with a greeting, but Selphie reaches out, taking Quistis' hand in hers and nods. "We all knew it."
"Why did we do it? Why did Squall let us?"
"We were mercenaries," and Selphie's voice trembles on were, because it's strange that that part of her life is over and done, "we obeyed our leader. And Squall was Commander, he had to make us do it. That's what SeeD was made for. What we were trained for. And," the words tremble again, and the tears come into her eyes, and her voice raises, "I wish that it wasn't like that! Kill the Sorceress to save the world -- why couldn't we just contain her, protect people?"
"We killed our friend."
It still isn't an answer, not really, but it's a response of some kind. Selphie presses the hand in hers.
"We killed a Sorceress, we... we did what was right. Didn't we?"
"Squall didn't think so."
Selphie's been living in a blur since they fought her, since they killed her, since that mission. It's been a blur of resignations and funerals and break ups and monster bodies laying and Rinny's body laying there all pale and bloodless and dignified even though --
And Quistis hasn't been living, not really.
"I've missed you," Selphie says, softly.
Quistis squeezes Selphie's hand back, looking up and finally meeting her eyes, swallowing hard. "Missed you too."
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And I really like how it was Quistis who was the first to resign over that mission - she who has more reason to dislike Rinoa than any other character.
Beautiful.