BARRET: Temptation
She left the bottle out carelessly on the bar. It promises relief - amber ensconed by shining glass. Corel, Dyne, family. Let it go. Pass it on. It wasn't your fault. Just one taste, and you'll know paradise - or at least you'll forget.
He reaches for it -
"Papa!"
Only one voice could be sweeter than oblivion. The whiskey stands, forgotten for now - a small victory in his never-ending war. His phantom arm twitches as he smiles at his little girl. The siren call in his mind flares briefly in frustration, stumped once again - her voice is suspiciously similar to that of the owner of said bar. Only, she would never tempt him like this - not with drink, at least.
She loves Cloud.
And it reminds him of yet another reason to keep reaching for that bottle.