He is lost Seifer POV

Seifer Almasy gazed at the setting sun. Completely alone. His old arrogance gone, his memories twisted and his heart an emotionless void. He was the Sorceresses knight, her lapdog, he had hurt and killed. He had sacrificed everything all for his romantic dream. A dream that never did come true. He stood tall and handsome, as always, but the sadness and pain in his eyes drove all those away that did not realize who he was. The ones that did know him ran away... screaming.

What am I suppose to do know? Where can I go? Who am I? And what do I have left?

Seifer Almasy was a broken man who was lost in his past deeds. In terror of how he was manipulated and controlled. He took three steps to the edge of the cliff. One more and he would tumble into eternity with no one and nothing kind enough to break your fall...

Who am I? Who cares about me now?

"ok then...Good luck Seifer."

"who"

"you can beat me but before you do I'll leave you another scar."

"are"

"Seifer no please come back!"

"you?"

"Well then Seifer Almasy I am instructor ......... and you WILL NOT disrupt my class again. Understood?"

"Sure...instructor."

From the darkness in his mind one name reached him. One thought. He remembered their final battle.

She was there. Beautiful, tired, cold, but still fighting. He hated it. He wanted it to end. He didn't want to be controlled anymore. He didn't want to hurt her. "Silly boy you are under my control. You are mine. You will do as I say. You have no escape." "No this wasn't my dream!". He was attacking, "NO I'll kill her." And suddenly he was free again she freed him but she still attacked him. HE could feel unconsciousness threatening to overcome him, "I never wanted to hurt YOU...Instructor... Sorry"

"Who are you?" The name came again. He had to find her. He needed to know who he was and ...what he'd done.

Seifer Almasy stepped away from the cliff and back to where he had come from. He didn't know the name of the place but it was cold and the monsters were strong but his Hyperion was stronger. He'd find her.

"I am instructor Quistis Trepe..."

"Quistis."