"Hey, how do you know the leader of Hope?"
"Dammit, you went through my things!"
"You told me to get something from your bag. I happened to have found a picture lying on top of it!"
"Liar! You went through my stuff!"
"Fine, so what? How do you know him?"
"…"
"Oh, don't give me the silent treatment dove. I want to know. I'm really sorry."
"No your not. If you were, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."
"Ouch. Why are you so cruel to me?"
"Why do you insist on tormenting me with the past!"
"I don't! I'm just curious!"
"Fine. Whatever. You truly wish to know?"
"Yes!"
"We lived together for a little while. That's it."
"What?! That's it? Come on, that cant be it."
"That's it."
"Look, we can go with my idea. Take the money and run." Rif said, trying hard to help her. She was silent as a stone, gathering things for a breakfast in the kitchen. She didn't make any sound to even suggest she knew he was there.
"It would be the easiest way to avoid this problem. Retire to Costa Del Sol."
"I wont have that." Blades voice was like ice, chilling his every word. "Its fine, Rif. I have no ties with the president of Hope anymore. We were merely two people who met on the street, sharing a room for a few years. There was nothing in it. Nothing at all for me."
"Your lying Blade." Rif said, biting his bottom lip after. He hated this. He didn't know the story, but he didn't believe what she had told. There was more to it. There had to have been. Why had she tried to kill him, tossing about things relating almost solely to Cloud Strife. It made no sense.
"Rif, we are being paid to kill the leader of Hope, a man I know nothing more about then-"
"Please, Blade, just…lets just stop all this. I know he means-"
"Never meant anything to me. Never." She had stopped dead, turning to him. Her eyes were on fire, but her heart was pulling itself apart.
"I already know how we will start and finish this. I know how simple this can be. Trust it a horrible thing, and human beings pass out trust all to easily. Rif, we are simply going to break a bond of trust between Cloud and someone he knew. That said and done, as simple as it sounds, A few bullets to the back, head, stomach, wherever I can hit, and…"
She turned back to the counter, opening a small slot on the wall. Silently she pulled out a photograph, one Rif had seen only once. "And there is one more scratch from my memories. One more person who knew me as who I used to be. The last to know me."
It frightened Rif. As the woman spoke, a smile was curling across her face.