Squall lifted his gunblade and cut across the soldier's chest, pulling the trigger at precisely the right moment. Blood sprayed out from the deep wound as the man bled out almost instantly, collapsing to the ground where his head hit stone, and his skull cracked loudly.
Sometimes Squall wasn't sure how he could continue to do this, take life after life simply because he was paid to do so. This wasn't like his fight against Ultimecia. This wasn't for some greater good of the world, just mindless killing.
But he also knew he wasn't any better than all of this.