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

[angelo_wings]

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)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm sick of destiny," Squall told her, as he put an arm around her. "And the future has a Sorceress who's trying to end the world. It all sucks. And you're right, it doesn't make sense."

He paused, thinking for a moment.

"...And I'm never going to name a child 'Tempest'. It's a stupid name."

[angelo_wings]

"Maybe Quistis named him," she said, not sure if she wanted to shrug off his arm or not. "Maybe you're happy, with her. I don't ... I hate feeling like this. It makes me seasick."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Just ignore it," Squall told her. He was trying to be helpful. "I mean... I'm not saying try to forget that it happened; just don't let it affect your estimation of the future."

[angelo_wings]

"She wasn't a phantom," Rinoa said. "She wasn't a ghost, or an image, or a trick of the light. She was real."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't mean she'll happen, necessarily," Squall insisted. "And it doesn't mean she won't. It just means something else happened in Fandom that doesn't make any sense."