peel away and choose to see with such a different sight...
Quistis woke up at around three in the morning, and couldn't go back to sleep. She turned on the TV, hoping she could find something on that was interesting. She flipped through the channels and stopped on a channel with a reporter talking matter-of-factly.
"Just a week ago, after the shocking events of near time compression, Seifer Almasy has was sent here to the D-District Prison. Suprisingly, the prison with the most hi-tech surveillance software has let Almasy slip through their fingers. He's been sited around Fisherman's Horizon, and more recently, Deling City. If anyone has any information please call this number." the reporter finished as a number flashed red and yellow on the screen.
Quistis watched in shock. They'd found him?!
'That stupid bastard...thought he could just run from the law all his life, did he? Well, he'll get whats coming...' Quistis thought, contentedly. She tried to convince herself fully that he'd dug this hole for himself, and now he deserved to be buried in it, but something didn't seem so right. The smallest part of her hoped he was now far from the law, where he wouldn't be caught.
Almost the next second she felt guilty for feeling like this. Hadn't he committed attempted murder? He'd not alone tried to kill her, but he'd been Ultimecia's advocate in Time Compression! He'd tried to ruin the world, and for what?! Nothing! He was a madman and deserved to be locked up for the rest of his life!
And still, she was glad that she didn't rat him out. She was glad that it couldn't be blamed on her, because she'd kept her mouth shut about the whole ordeal. She flipped off the TV and pulled up her covers, laying down. She couldn't fall asleep that night. Her heart, for some reason, was with Seifer, hoping he was okay. Her head, was scolding her heart for feeling like that. Any logic person would agree he needed to be locked up...but wasn't she a logical person? How much had she changed?
Quistis woke up at around three in the morning, and couldn't go back to sleep. She turned on the TV, hoping she could find something on that was interesting. She flipped through the channels and stopped on a channel with a reporter talking matter-of-factly.
"Just a week ago, after the shocking events of near time compression, Seifer Almasy has was sent here to the D-District Prison. Suprisingly, the prison with the most hi-tech surveillance software has let Almasy slip through their fingers. He's been sited around Fisherman's Horizon, and more recently, Deling City. If anyone has any information please call this number." the reporter finished as a number flashed red and yellow on the screen.
Quistis watched in shock. They'd found him?!
'That stupid bastard...thought he could just run from the law all his life, did he? Well, he'll get whats coming...' Quistis thought, contentedly. She tried to convince herself fully that he'd dug this hole for himself, and now he deserved to be buried in it, but something didn't seem so right. The smallest part of her hoped he was now far from the law, where he wouldn't be caught.
Almost the next second she felt guilty for feeling like this. Hadn't he committed attempted murder? He'd not alone tried to kill her, but he'd been Ultimecia's advocate in Time Compression! He'd tried to ruin the world, and for what?! Nothing! He was a madman and deserved to be locked up for the rest of his life!
And still, she was glad that she didn't rat him out. She was glad that it couldn't be blamed on her, because she'd kept her mouth shut about the whole ordeal. She flipped off the TV and pulled up her covers, laying down. She couldn't fall asleep that night. Her heart, for some reason, was with Seifer, hoping he was okay. Her head, was scolding her heart for feeling like that. Any logic person would agree he needed to be locked up...but wasn't she a logical person? How much had she changed?