Yet another one of my little ideas on a spill. Ever wonder what raw emotions Squally lets off outside of the game? I sometimes wonder what's wizzing around in his mind. Now you know! Mwuahahah.
Ever felt absolutely abandoned? I was taken up and molded into what I am now, but then temporarily thrown away for the good of others. Temporarily. Do you think it doesn't hurt? It hurts to be abandoned, and it hurts even more to know that no one wants you. How do we really know if our parents just didn't want us? They wouldn't tell us in the end, anyway. Therefore, it doesn't really matter. Life marches onward as steadily as the beating of the drum, spirals downward in the same sense. Would it really matter if I was gone? I doubt it. They'd find another hero. We all fade in the end as we're lowered into the ground. No one cares after our memories are trampled into the dirt. We're just titles in history books after the grave settles and grass starts growing over it. Why should I be a hero? Maybe because it makes me feel good? Maybe because it's the only thing that keeps me alive. It's the only thing that keeps me from committing the inevitable, the thing that would put me off of the edge forever, for no one to criticize. But then what would be the gain? I see none in either living or dying. That's the life of Squall Leonhart. Screwed mentally and emotionally either way..