"These people," said Squall quietly, her voice tenser than she had ever heard it, "are not like me," and even though she kept helpfully pointing out more and more I'm so alone people, and nobody understands me people, and I can't take all this responsibility people it just seemed to make him angrier - she didn't know why he was so grumpy, she was only trying to help - and then she found the fanfic writers, and she was sure he would like that, anyone would like having stories written about them, it was so cool - but now she's been locked out of the Ragnarok in the rain for more than an hour, and she's starting to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.