Deception is like gunpowder. Squall and I were the sparks, struggling to have some kind of normal life.

Garden was almost painfully normal on the surface. But that was a lie. Beneath the surface, there was death, even in classes, every day. There were accidents, slip ups, deliberate killings. There was blood spilled in the cafeteria, now and again. Garden covered it up, a sterile, clean environment. The students, the tensions of teenage hormones; all those things were sparks to the gunpowder of an army in training.

Squall and I were the same. We sparked each other off. It was a relationship, a rivalry and pure hatred, all at once, but we deluded ourselves. Soft whispered "I love you's" were just part of it; but when we grew up a little, we learned to stop saying that. It was just gunpowder for us to spark.

In Garden, there was always the vague sense of underlying dirt. Of a cheat, a deception - I tasted it in every thing I ate and drank in that cafeteria, breathed it in the air. Blood, blood and betrayal; it all had it's own unique flavour. It all tasted like something.

Deception tastes like Squall.