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Rinoa should have talked to Squall. That would have been the easy, logical choice, right? Talk to Squall, tell him what was going on, ask to borrow Quezacoatl.

Except ...

Except Squall didn't understand. He couldn't. He didn't know what it was like, not knowing who or even what you were. He might have said no, or I'll think about it, or only if I come with you.

Leland Gaunt knew what it meant, to be somebody who didn't understand a whole part of yourself. She was helping him, and he was helping her. Squall would have just -- messed it up somehow. Even if he didn't mean to. Even if he meant for the best. And he did mean for the best. He always did.

So Rinoa had waited until Squall was asleep, and she had Junctioned Quezacoatl. It had been easy. Now all she had to do was go to the store, and she could let Leland borrow him in exchange for her borrowing that book.

That book ... she couldn't begin to imagine what secrets might be inside it.

She hadn't slept well, so she'd risen early in order to make breakfast. That was totally normal. Not a guilty move at all. Breakfast was an important meal.

(Post and conversation are FB, except for the bit where she Junctioned Quezacoatl -- that's NFB.)

Date: 2015-03-15 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com
"Come back!" Squall growled. "I can't find him myself, but maybe you could. With... magic. Somehow."

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