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~Chapter Three~
Circumstance sometimes brings the unexpectable together.
Squall Leonhart, often considered a leader, sits with a stone-like scowl his face, across from Seifer in a circle of nine. He notes that his rival is paled, though it doesn't strike him that it may be a look of concern for his comrade.
"I just don't understand," comments the former-knight. "She thinks she's Irvine?"
A moment where Fujin might've answered with affirmation.
"It just doesn't make sense! How did she know that Irvine was..." A sniffle from Selphie cuts off Seifer's monologue.
Quistis pats the brunette's hand reassuringly, but doesn't refrain from making a conclusive suggestion. "Do you think maybe while she was unconscious her soul...well, no, that can't be it."
Silence falls on the group, but curiosity nags at their minds. Rinoa, sometimes the bravest to speak, parts her painted lips to ask. "Quistis..?"
"Yes?"
"What -about- Fujin's soul?"
"I, uh...I was just thinking that..." she lets her voice trail into a lull of silence.
"Well?" Zell prompts, his own defensive shell caving in to the need to know; to see clearly.
"Maybe she...maybe Irvine's soul came in contact with Fujin's, and..." Saying an idea to its fullest often becomes intensely difficult. Luckily for Quistis, however, Rinoa picks up on what she attempted to say.
"Maybe they switched places?"
"Yes, exactly," but said without enthusiasm.
"It's a possibility," Squall decides, "but...it just seems..."
"Unrealistic," Seifer heaves a great sigh.
This time, the silence seems to suffocate.
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Conversation. Two unwilling persons.
Glass of water; clipboard; scribbled response. What to ask?
"What day did it happen?"
An eye rolls in irritation. "Yesterday."
"Why were you in the car?"
"Shopping."
"Who was in the car with you?"
"I told you all ready?" Annoyed.
Pause. Sip of water. Scribbled: Exhibit of anger. Persistence. "Tell me again."
"Zell Dincht, Selphie Tilmitt, Quistis Trepe."
"What's your name?"
"Irvine Kinneas."
"Who was driving the car?"
"Zell. Why all the questions, doc?"
"Routine. Need to know what happened in the accident."
"You do this for every car accident?"
"Yes. What happened in your case? What seat were you in?"
"Front passenger seat."
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes. Zell was joking around. Wasn't paying attention until we saw the other car coming at us, out of control. We tried to swerve out of the way, but..."
"You crashed. The other car hit on your side, right?"
"The back swung around and rammed into me, yes. There was a lot of glass..."
"Then what?"
No answer. Silence. Stares into space.
"Irvine?"
"I don't remember." No tone of voice. Dead.
"Try to think of it, for me."
No response.
"Irvine?"
Eyes roll back in the head. Lids flutter. Body spasms violently.
"Irvine?!" Too far gone. Run out to the hall. Get help. "I need help! She's having a seizure!"
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[end chapter four]
~Chapter Three~
Circumstance sometimes brings the unexpectable together.
Squall Leonhart, often considered a leader, sits with a stone-like scowl his face, across from Seifer in a circle of nine. He notes that his rival is paled, though it doesn't strike him that it may be a look of concern for his comrade.
"I just don't understand," comments the former-knight. "She thinks she's Irvine?"
A moment where Fujin might've answered with affirmation.
"It just doesn't make sense! How did she know that Irvine was..." A sniffle from Selphie cuts off Seifer's monologue.
Quistis pats the brunette's hand reassuringly, but doesn't refrain from making a conclusive suggestion. "Do you think maybe while she was unconscious her soul...well, no, that can't be it."
Silence falls on the group, but curiosity nags at their minds. Rinoa, sometimes the bravest to speak, parts her painted lips to ask. "Quistis..?"
"Yes?"
"What -about- Fujin's soul?"
"I, uh...I was just thinking that..." she lets her voice trail into a lull of silence.
"Well?" Zell prompts, his own defensive shell caving in to the need to know; to see clearly.
"Maybe she...maybe Irvine's soul came in contact with Fujin's, and..." Saying an idea to its fullest often becomes intensely difficult. Luckily for Quistis, however, Rinoa picks up on what she attempted to say.
"Maybe they switched places?"
"Yes, exactly," but said without enthusiasm.
"It's a possibility," Squall decides, "but...it just seems..."
"Unrealistic," Seifer heaves a great sigh.
This time, the silence seems to suffocate.
------------------------------------------------------------
Conversation. Two unwilling persons.
Glass of water; clipboard; scribbled response. What to ask?
"What day did it happen?"
An eye rolls in irritation. "Yesterday."
"Why were you in the car?"
"Shopping."
"Who was in the car with you?"
"I told you all ready?" Annoyed.
Pause. Sip of water. Scribbled: Exhibit of anger. Persistence. "Tell me again."
"Zell Dincht, Selphie Tilmitt, Quistis Trepe."
"What's your name?"
"Irvine Kinneas."
"Who was driving the car?"
"Zell. Why all the questions, doc?"
"Routine. Need to know what happened in the accident."
"You do this for every car accident?"
"Yes. What happened in your case? What seat were you in?"
"Front passenger seat."
"Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes. Zell was joking around. Wasn't paying attention until we saw the other car coming at us, out of control. We tried to swerve out of the way, but..."
"You crashed. The other car hit on your side, right?"
"The back swung around and rammed into me, yes. There was a lot of glass..."
"Then what?"
No answer. Silence. Stares into space.
"Irvine?"
"I don't remember." No tone of voice. Dead.
"Try to think of it, for me."
No response.
"Irvine?"
Eyes roll back in the head. Lids flutter. Body spasms violently.
"Irvine?!" Too far gone. Run out to the hall. Get help. "I need help! She's having a seizure!"
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[end chapter four]