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talk about Feelings' get it, its their best)iNo more waiting on them as you rise inside new rooms span class=GramEi official you've gone you can live
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respect for what he had been, and what he had meant to them before. Crowds were
milling about everywhere in span class=SpellEDeling/st1:place, the very spot where Squall
had charged the sorceress almost a year before, it was almost hard to return,
but they knew they had to. It was sad during the trial, watching the defeat in /span seeing it in their old span class=SpellEfreind's/span
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bothering to make a big fuss. Just get it over with he had said
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stares on him, each span class=GramEeyes/span, boring into him, piercing
him like needles. It was complete agony, just walking up the stairs and across
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saw the new president of span class=SpellEGalbadia/span, some fat man he
had never heard of, and that moronic president of span class=SpellEEsthar/span,
standing together at a podium, quietly discussing span class=SpellEsometing/span
of great importance. He was almost an aside on that stage, though a much
scrutinized one. A burly span class=SpellEgalbadian/span soldier was
leading him towards the rope, and span class=SpellESeifer/span noticed it
was swaying gently in a breeze he span class=SpellEcouldn't/span feel, like
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love. These things had become alien to him, and he hated that, he hated
everything, and he was going to die hating everything. Fuck! The noose was
inviting, and he slipped his head into, and his guard fastened it on tightly.
Off in the Distance he could hear the president reading off the crimes against
him, and his convictions, it was going to take a while. He hated the time,
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p align=center style='text-align:center'PONT SIZE="5"Executionp align=center style='text-align:center'bBy: One More SquallPONT SIZE="2"PONT SIZE="5"~~ span class=SpellESquaresoft/span
owns this shit, and span class=SpellELagwagon/span wrote the song, May 16,
good song, great span class=GramEalbum(span class=SpellELet's/span
talk about Feelings' get it, its their best)iNo more waiting on them as you rise inside new rooms span class=GramEi official you've gone you can live
for no one else iMan the guilt must be huge iAs there's no gain in failure you succeed at being mine/i span class=SpellESeifer/span paced around the small cell, waiting for
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to have, but it was home. span class=GramEA home where he span class=SpellEdidn't/span
have to prove himself to anyone, nobody to pick on, nothing./span And he
hated every wretched moment of it. This last Saturday was to be his last, May
16, the end of the road, and what a trip it had been; the pain the suffering,
the hatred, the killing, it was hell. He could almost regard his captors as
angels, sent to free him from what he had wrought on himself, and from what the
people had wanted to do to him. He remembered every face in Balamb when they
had caught up with him, the murder in their eyes, the evil he had only ever
seen in himself and span class=SpellEUltimecia/span. It was horrific to
see, and he knew he was horrific for those people; he had cherished the fear he
inspired people while he was a knight, just loved, now he span class=SpellErealised/span,
it was nothing to love, and he hated himself for it. pNo walls could be crueler than the ones he was confined by, with nothing
outside to reflect on, he always had to turn to himself. He hated every /span of his fucking body. span class=GramESimple as
that./span If they had let him, he would gladly kill himself, but they /span even trust him enough for that, and he /span deserve that trust either. No hope...iYeah, old friend, see you thereiI will be proud from afariI can paint a picture in a moment of memories and there aren't many leftiI am extradited, uninvited iIt's just another Saturday/i pSquall and the others had flown in from the Garden to watch the execution,
not for some sick hatred of span class=SpellESeifer/span, but out of
respect for what he had been, and what he had meant to them before. Crowds were
milling about everywhere in span class=SpellEDeling/st1:place, the very spot where Squall
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but they knew they had to. It was sad during the trial, watching the defeat in /span seeing it in their old span class=SpellEfreind's/span
eyes as the judge read the sentence. He had pleaded no contest, not even
bothering to make a big fuss. Just get it over with he had said
arrogantly, and the people had cheered his death, just as he had cheered the
death he had caused.pSquall was proud of what span class=SpellESeifer/span had done, he /span have done it any other way. If you made a mistake,
or many, in span class=SpellESeifer's/span case, you correct them. Often
there is more than one way, but in this case, span class=SpellESeifer/span
saw the only way to make up for his, or to try to make up for his, and all he
had said was get it over with. To give in to punishment was the least /span-action Squall could think of, but the trial bore span style='mso-spacerun:yes' /span /span-reasoning at the same time.span class=SpellEQuistis/span stood silently at Squall side, and was
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the love that she once felt for him, and for what she knew that he could have
been. The thought of that lonely man dying was almost span class=GramEto/span
much for his former teacher, and she couldnt stop the tears from
starting to roll slow down her soft cheeks.I wont wipe them off, let the world see that someone will miss
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stares on him, each span class=GramEeyes/span, boring into him, piercing
him like needles. It was complete agony, just walking up the stairs and across
the gallows to a solitary noose dangling from the ornate wooden structure. He
saw the new president of span class=SpellEGalbadia/span, some fat man he
had never heard of, and that moronic president of span class=SpellEEsthar/span,
standing together at a podium, quietly discussing span class=SpellEsometing/span
of great importance. He was almost an aside on that stage, though a much
scrutinized one. A burly span class=SpellEgalbadian/span soldier was
leading him towards the rope, and span class=SpellESeifer/span noticed it
was swaying gently in a breeze he span class=SpellEcouldn't/span feel, like
a lot of things. Fear, he span class=SpellEcouldn't/span feel fear, or
love. These things had become alien to him, and he hated that, he hated
everything, and he was going to die hating everything. Fuck! The noose was
inviting, and he slipped his head into, and his guard fastened it on tightly.
Off in the Distance he could hear the president reading off the crimes against
him, and his convictions, it was going to take a while. He hated the time,
every second! The sea of people, unknown in face and voice, rippled gently as
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upon span class=SpellESeifer/span span class=SpellEAlmasy/span, he was
sure of that. The span class=GramEman/span who killed thousands, and was
later beaten by Squall span class=SpellELeonhart/span, the /span triumphant knight, fuck him. Fuck history. Fuck it
all. span class=SpellESeifer/span twisted his neck in his noose, and spoke,
with a careful tone, not too sad or not too convicted:Fuck absolutely everything, fuck every fucking thing. And that
is how his last words shall be remembered, and changed only in the censorship
of a history book. span class=GramEFitting.pThe presidents had finished their speeches, and now a band was playing some
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few moments, and he saw his life, it was good for a long time. He had a home at
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of his posse, of span class=SpellEFujin/span and span class=SpellERaijin/span,
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