Dream. December 29,
A gunshot - it was the same dream again. The one he always had. He always missed that first shot, no matter how many times he dreamt of pulling the trigger.
The second shot ... a man groaned and slumped over. The man's voice... he could remember that final gasping moan better than he could any laugh or angry yell. Every time, the same sounds, the same events. It had been this way as long as Setsuna could remember.
Soran! ... why?
Her voice.
Why, Soran?! Why??
She... was crying. She was always crying. He hadn't cared, back when he'd had the power to pull the trigger. And now, now that he did care - would have given anything to take the tears out of her voice - he had no power over whether or not he would fire. He always fired.
The third shot.
Her crying stopped.
He was awake now, the only sound in the room his ragged breathing.
The second shot ... a man groaned and slumped over. The man's voice... he could remember that final gasping moan better than he could any laugh or angry yell. Every time, the same sounds, the same events. It had been this way as long as Setsuna could remember.
Soran! ... why?
Her voice.
Why, Soran?! Why??
She... was crying. She was always crying. He hadn't cared, back when he'd had the power to pull the trigger. And now, now that he did care - would have given anything to take the tears out of her voice - he had no power over whether or not he would fire. He always fired.
The third shot.
Her crying stopped.
He was awake now, the only sound in the room his ragged breathing.