058. Dream

He was close enough to hear the sick slice of the ice crystals rip through Squall's chest, burrowing it's way swiftly through skin, muscle and possibly organs. He did not feel powerful or accomplished. Instead he only felt helpless, as if he were watching something that had already happened, something no one could stop.

It felt like eternity, standing powerlessly, watching as his rival, his comrade, his brother, fell slowly to his death. Rinoa reached out in vain as the blood began to ripple outward from the point of impact.

In that moment he felt as if his dream was pointless. This was not what he wanted. He wanted to be a Knight; he wanted to beat Squall. He didn't want him to die.

As Squall's body hurdled toward the ground, Seifer fell to his knees. Your dreams, are our dreams. She had promised. Now he thought that dreams were just another form of lies.