Ok, jut a little Edgar/Terra moment… they are one of the very few heterosexual relationships I like, and it really annoyed me in game when Terra didn't fall for his charms, I think Edgar would be the only one who could look after her propourly. Ah well, nothing actually happens, and it's probably not even a very good hinting at the pairing, but whatever.
Terra had been lost in her own world when she turned the corner and walked straight into Edgar, sending them both sprawling to the floor. She was on her feet first, holding down a hand to him. "I'm sorry Edgar." She said.
"Don't call me that!" he snapped, and she was forcibly reminded of his condition and recoiled from the harshness of his words.
There was silence, and she watched Gerad get to his feet and dust himself off. She found it so difficult sometimes to separate the two of them, because Edgar was still Edgar, even if he was Gerad, it was in his face, his actions, the way he flirted with her. It was all Edgar. But then there was a coarse harshness to him that was Gerad, frustrated and angry. It didn't show often, but it was there.
"I'm sorry." He said at last, closing his eyes briefly before opening them to look at her. "It's just been a bad morning. I should not have taken it out on you."
"It's ok." She said softly. "I was where you are now."
He looked at her, surprised, and she was startled to realise that she had never shared with Gerad her own story. "You suffered from amnesia?" he asked her, confirming her thoughts.
She nodded. "It's not quite the same. No one knew me from before. I only had to learn to be myself, but there were still expectations, one's I had to meet whether I liked it or not." She sighed. "It's hard, especially when all you want to do is move on and just find out who you are now, not be what people want. I imagine it's harder for you."
"Did your memory…"
She knew what he was asking. "It did."
He looked away again. "Sometimes I feel like I'm so close to uncovering the great secret of my past, Sometimes I'm so close I can feel it, but then it's gone again. Things are familiar, but they aren't. Sabin's been telling me of Figaro, and of our youth, and it's just so… so frustrating!" she had never seen him like this, so unrestrained, he was normally so careful to smile, as Gerad and as Edgar.
"It will come." She told him softly, reaching out to touch his arm.
He looked at her despairingly. "How do you know? How can you be so sure. What if I continue life as a half person, no memories, no past, no future!"
Terra looked at him, sympathy in her eyes. She knew exactly how he felt. "I'll tell you what you told me." She said, and he frowned at her, she smiled. "There is no such thing as no future. Everyone has one, and even if you can't see one for yourself, someone else can see one for you; all you have to do is decide which person you want to share a future with. Everything happens for a reason, maybe you needed to forget, maybe you needed a new canvas to start from, to learn new things, and when you're ready, you'll remember." She shook her head. "I didn't understand until I'd regained my memories." She told him. "But I needed to learn to trust humans again, I'd been so badly used by Gestal and Kefka that I would never have trusted any of you. I needed to learn about life, this world, love. I'm still learning."
"I said that?" he asked.
She smiled. "You have your moments, when your not chasing ever skirt you see."
She hoped her words made him feel better, just as they had made her feel better when he had told them to her.
Bad, but I'm a little rushed!