Odyssey VIII:IV
"Say Squall," Quistin said softly, interrupting the quiet that Squall had been looking for a long time. "Where are we heading exactly?" she asked. "Are we… Are we going to fight her already?"
Squall stopped walking and turned to her. "We have to," he simply replied as he started walking again as if she had not talked at all.
Quistin lowered her head, following her original copy. They were going to face her, that was expected, but she was still unsettled by the fact that Artema had already been killed by the time witch. She had not seen him dead, but there was something in the air that told her so. Artema's death would mean they would have to face Ultimecia at her full strength while they were still separated. If they were to lose… Quistin shook the thought out of her head.
"Is everything alright?" Quistin looked up, not expecting Squall to talk while she was thinking. "You've been awfully quiet. Is something the matter?" he asked, though he did not turn to face her.
The gunblader couldn't help but chuckle. "I knew you were concerned about me," she whispered to herself, feeling contented.
Squall grunted, having heard her speak, and refused to talk even more if she was going to be like that. But it was odd for her to be so deep in thought.
"I guess I'm a bit nervous," told him, answering his question.
"About what?" he said. 'I'm being too nosy for my own good.'
"Oh nothing really. I just have this strange feeling in my gut, but I can fight."
"You should be. Ultimecia would be no easy opponent, especially if that enemy of yours is on her side," he informed her. Quistin couldn't help but sigh.
'You don't know how right you are.'
Getting shorter and shorter, no?
