79. Unsent Letters
The day her computer doesn't boot up smoothly is going to be a landmark bad day, Quistis decides, as there is a hum and a click, and "Welcome, Quistis Trepe" pops up on the screen. She navigates to her electronic mail; there are fifteen new messages, most from Squall demanding to know what's going on, and some from Xu, demanding to know the same thing, and who she'll have to kill to get some information. There are only six from the Trepies, a landmark low number, but it's only been a few hours since she last checked. That, and she supposes that threatening to kill the next one who sends her a personal declaration of their love right now, might have something to do with it.
She rattles off a curt reply to Squall about a mission in Esthar, and the program prompts her to save a copy to her Sent folder. Her finger hovers over the mouse.
There are fifty-two messages in that folder that she's never gotten a reply to. Right now, there are fifty-two messages that she doesn't want a reply to. She doesn't know if he's ever read them.
Get a grip, Quistis.
She clicks "No," and closes down the program before she has second thoughts about checking those messages again, just because. Maybe there was something she didn't remember saying. Maybe he's finally read them--she should check. Really. Just to make sure.
The computer asks her if she wants to shut down, stand by, or restart. She selects "Shut Down."
If Seifer or Irvine want to talk to her, they can damn well get up and walk. She finds it's much more satisfying to slam a door in someone's face than she ever thought.
