He slowly lowered himself to the pilot's chair in the Ragnarok, feeling a strange, aching feeling in his chest.
"Squall, I don't really know how to tell you this...."
He quickly leaned over the console and started up the ship, intent on getting out of Esthar as quickly as humanly possibly.
"I mean, heh, I didn't even know. I mean, not until Ellone told me everything and I...."
Squall felt ill, in a way he couldn't remember feeling since he was a child.
Abandoned. Lonely. Frightened.
Since Sis left him.
He clenched his fists closed tightly, well-worn leather folding under the pressure.
"Hyne damn it!" he shouted, kicking the wall beside him.