Walking Back to the Dorms, Monday Evening, Post-Portal

Rinoa had a coat wrapped firmly around herself as she wandered back to the dorms. And maybe she was crying. So? She had just had to say goodbye to a beautiful little princess who had called her Mommy and who had been, admittedly, spoiled, but so what?

She might have lost Sylvie forever. And if not ... then, if not, she was going to go her way, and Squall his. And that was that.

She didn't even know which she should root for, or try for, or if influencing the future would change it, or what any of it meant. She just suddenly felt like the future was being mean to her.

(just for her knight, please)