Author's note: To make up for not updating in a whole month, I'll post three chapters today.. Hopefully you haven't lost your hope/interest in this story yet.

-Squall's POV-

Seifer insists on driving back to the Garden, despite the wound in his arm. Wounds, in fact. We're all in pretty lousy shape. The machine was no easy opponent.

Seifer sighs. "It's weird..."

I look at him. "What is?"

"I never liked her. So many times I wished she'd just... go away. Disappear. Leave us alone. And now that she's... gone, I just can't believe it."

I nodd. "Yeah..."

He glances at me. "Hey, it's not like I started to grow feelings for her or anything, no way, but... after all, she was a colleague and a friend of some sort, I guess."

I don't say anything. He might get mad at me or something. Maybe because he likes to always bring up the fact that I have no feelings. Or that's what he thinks. I glance at him. If only he knew..

But actually, I'm more happy than sad of Langh's death. I never liked her. Of course she never was the only one drooling after Seifer. Hell, every other girl I know does that. But still... there was just something about her I hated from the moment we met.

"Squall?"

"Hmm?"

"I guess you're not very moved by this, are ya?"

"Well.. ugh..."

"I knew it. Don't worry, I knew you wouldn't--" He sighs and runs a hand thru his hair. "I dunno."

The rest of the journey is spent in silence.

Three hours in the Training Center, and I'm sweaty and out of breath, but not satisfied. I need more challenge. I need something to take my anger out on. Anger? Maybe not. Rage? Definitely not. It's something more like.. frustration. I guess. It's an unnamed feeling. But it's nothing good.

"Squall."

I spin around. "Hey Quis."

She walks closer to me, shaking her head. "I know this must be rough on you."

"You mean.. Langh?"

She nodds. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I know it's tough to your ego and all, but---"

"Wait wait wait, my ego?"

She looks a little surprised. "Well yeah, I mean... Well she died on a mission that you kinda.. were in charge of."

"It was my mission? Since when?"

"Well ugh.. I don't know, I guess we all just kinda presumed that all the time..."

I shake my head. Typical of them, trying to make me the leader, very well knowing that I hate all responsability. "No, Quistis, it never was my mission. Five SeeDs, five /equal/ SeeDs were sent to the Missile Base. I was not in charge of anything."

"Zell and Taos told me how well you handled everything once you were all inside the Base."

"No! I didn't handle anything! We all handled ourselves!"

She sighs and shakes her head again. "Squall, you need to understand that we---"

"No! You need to understand that I don't want to be in charge of anything!" I shout and run out, bumping into a chest. I look up.

"Hi there," Seifer says. "In a hurry somewhere?"

"Yeah," I mumble and go around him. "Anywhere that's far from here."