Their client is quiet and focused, all business and no small talk. “She’s not normally like this,” Zone says, uncertain, but it suits Squall fine.
He’s not sure why she hired SeeD, though. They’ve had a few engagements with the occupying troops, but Rinoa’s a stronger fighter than any of them; it doesn’t seem like she needs them there. Watts and Zone mentioned a plan to kidnap the president, but Rinoa shakes her head when Squall asks her about it: “He’s not on that train. It’s a waste of time.”
“So what are you employing us for?” Squall asks.
“Something bigger,” Rinoa says. “We need to train.”
Squall’s instinct is to demand more information. But their contract is vague – it doesn’t sound like Garden expects them back any time soon – and they’ll get paid either way. There could be worse uses of their time than training under a more experienced fighter.
Much later, they fight Ultimecia and they fall, one by one. It’s Rinoa and Squall in the end, and in a moment it’ll just be Rinoa. Squall shudders on his back, tries to draw breath through a mouthful of blood.
Rinoa crouches next to him, strokes his hair back from his face. It’s a more tender gesture than he’s ever seen from her before, and they can’t afford it; if she loses focus, she’ll be killed as well.
“I’m sorry,” she says, softly. “I’ll try to do better next time.”
She stands and grips the rings on her necklace: the plain ring and the one she’s never been able to explain, the one that looks just like Squall’s. She bows her head, and in an instant she’s vanished in a cloud of feathers.
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He’s not sure why she hired SeeD, though. They’ve had a few engagements with the occupying troops, but Rinoa’s a stronger fighter than any of them; it doesn’t seem like she needs them there. Watts and Zone mentioned a plan to kidnap the president, but Rinoa shakes her head when Squall asks her about it: “He’s not on that train. It’s a waste of time.”
“So what are you employing us for?” Squall asks.
“Something bigger,” Rinoa says. “We need to train.”
Squall’s instinct is to demand more information. But their contract is vague – it doesn’t sound like Garden expects them back any time soon – and they’ll get paid either way. There could be worse uses of their time than training under a more experienced fighter.
Much later, they fight Ultimecia and they fall, one by one. It’s Rinoa and Squall in the end, and in a moment it’ll just be Rinoa. Squall shudders on his back, tries to draw breath through a mouthful of blood.
Rinoa crouches next to him, strokes his hair back from his face. It’s a more tender gesture than he’s ever seen from her before, and they can’t afford it; if she loses focus, she’ll be killed as well.
“I’m sorry,” she says, softly. “I’ll try to do better next time.”
She stands and grips the rings on her necklace: the plain ring and the one she’s never been able to explain, the one that looks just like Squall’s. She bows her head, and in an instant she’s vanished in a cloud of feathers.