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-Selphie's POV-

Oh man, this is soooo cool!

"Be careful there, Sefie."

I spin my head around to face Irvine. "What did you just call me?"

He spreads his arms, looking innocent and cute. "Sefie. I always used to call you that."

"Always..?"

"When we were kids. We were best friends, remember?"

"Oh yeah!" Hyne, how did I forget Irvy?

The door opens and closes.

"So, how does it look like?" the man asks, walking up to me. Man, he looks really down.

"Looks great! What's wrong, sir?"

He looks at me, kinda confused. Poor thing. Wonder what happened? "Huh?"

"Well you look kinda... down."

"Oh, that. It's ugh.. it's nothing. So you think you can handle this?"

"Sure thing!"

"Good. I'll show you the basic controls and you can drop me off to Esthar."

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-Squall's POV-

"Hi guys."

I quickly release my hold on Seifer, and turn around to find Quistis. "H-hi Quistis."

She smiles. "Don't worry Squall, I already know."

"W-w.." I glance up at Seifer, who spreads his arms.

"I didn't tell her. She figured it out."

I turn to look at Quistis, who nodds slowly.

"Yeah," she says. "So ugh... shall we go to the cockpit? I think we'll be leaving soon."

The rest three of the gang and the man who came with us are in the cockpit. I still don't understand how he dares let Selphie in control of the ship....

"Woohoo!" she shouts. "Here we goooo!"

Zell looks quite as hyped as she does. Quistis is sitting on one of the seats, looking preoccupied. The man glances at her every now and then. Wonder what they talked about?

"--doesn't trust us at all and thinks we're just kids."

I turn to Seifer. "Huh? Sorry, I wasn't listening."

"I just said that the man probably asked Quistis whatta hell she's doing, letting us do this kinda thing, since we're just kids."

"Yeah but you're older than Quistis."

He shakes his head. "Nope. She's older than me, by a few months or so."

"Oh. Didn't know that."

He nodds. "Well anyways, the point still remains."

"Yeah."

We stand quietly, staring at the clouds passing by the windshield.

"What?"

Seifer looks at me confused. "Huh?"

"What point do you mean?"

"That the man thinks we're just kids."

"But Quistis---"

"He probably just doesn't know how old Quistis is."

"Hey Squall," Zell says, coming to us.

"Zell."

He glances around and leans closer to me. "Did you see the way that guy's looking at Quis? Man, he's totally in love."

I nodd. "Yeah."

Zell chuckles and goes back to Selphie.

"When did Zell become a gossiper?" Seifer asks quietly.

"Is that Esthar?" Selphie asks. "It is, isn't it?"

The man next to her nodds. "Yeah, that's it. Just park somewhere right outside the city."

"Okay!"

"I showed you how to park, didn't I? First you go lower and lower and then---"

I turn to Seifer. "So how bad is this Adel-person, exactly?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Pretty bad, guess. All we have on her is stories, but if they've taken the trouble to seal her up in space, there must be some good reason for that."

"What did she do, try to take over the world?"

He shrugs again. "Something like that, I guess."

"So do we have any chances against her?"

He smirks. "What, us? OF course, we're the best SeeDs ever."

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