Seifer sat alone, staring at the new letter which had come. It was the same person--it was postmarked from Esthar, and unsigned. But this time, instead of random letters cut out and pasted together, it was a single small article. It was dated from near the end of the Ultimecia Campaign, and the last half was missing from a rather sloppy tear, but there was enough there to get the general idea. The last thing on the page was a handwritten question mark, and certain letters--random, apparently--had been underlined.
BALAMB (AP)
Word has arrived from_the Balamb
courts that there is_to be no formal
trial for one Seifer Almasy, formerly_
enrolled in Garden's elite SeeD
program. Many residents find this
arrangement highly inappropriate;
stating that, as provisional second-
in-command of Galbadia during the
recent Sorceress fiasco, he is one of the
only available persons to stand trial for
several counts of war crimes under the
Galbadian_Sorceress regime. Many
speculate_that there may be some form
of outside pressure upon the courts to
drop the charges, and the prevailing
attitude is that this pressure comes fr
some active faction in Galba
bent on supporting t
government fi
Ultimec
rep
l
?
And that was it. It was a painful reminder of certain circumstances, but--that seemed to be all that it could be. It was just another, completely illogical message--this one, with a few little lines drawn in.
On the back of the sheet was a coupon--nothing he had been meant to see, surely. There was nothing else in the envelope, and after reading through the clip for the fourth time he was still no closer to solving the mystery.
On the fifth time through, he gave up. Either it was important, or it wasn't. And if it was important, no doubt it would reveal its importance in a less enigmatic fashion later.
~
Quistis huddled in the warmth of the blanket, trying to block out all memories of that day. Xu was right, fo course--she did need a nap--but falling asleep wasn't coming easily. She tossed and turned, finally rising and moving to the door. Her hand hovered above the electronic lock for a moment as she tried to decide whether or not to go out, and she finally just slumped against it and closed her eyes. What was the point in going out? It wasn't as if there was any place she wanted to go.
How long she was there, she didn't know. It was only when she caught herself yawning that she managed to drag herself back to bed.
Cocooned in the warmth of the blanket, she finally fell asleep. For some reason, her dreams were full of wings.