Yuffie :15:
[The snow's kinda pretty, really. Yuffie has pushed most of it off the living room sofa and is sitting with her knees drawn up, one hand held out to watch the flakes collect on her skin and melt. It helps that she's found an oversized quilted jacket and a brilliantly stupid stocking hat in her room--it's got little cross-eyed snowmen on it and it looks homemade, which is oddly reassuring. Her other hand is in a fist, tucked close against her heart.]
Think it's trying to tell us something? [She uncurls her fingers and looks at the little jewel-bright ball in them. The marker-drawn face is unmistakable, but she still doesn't know whether to smile or frown at it.]
You know, if...if this is it...then, thanks, guys. I'm sorry the plan didn't work the way it was supposed to.
[She sighs. She is so tired, but from somewhere, she manages to summon up an impish grin. A little burst of the old Yuffie energy.] I'm glad I met you, though. Most of you--y'know, the nifty ones. Some of you are pretty crazy SOBs. You should go see a shrink or something when you get out of here. I know I will, and I don't even like shrinks and I am probably not crazy.
Think it's trying to tell us something? [She uncurls her fingers and looks at the little jewel-bright ball in them. The marker-drawn face is unmistakable, but she still doesn't know whether to smile or frown at it.]
You know, if...if this is it...then, thanks, guys. I'm sorry the plan didn't work the way it was supposed to.
[She sighs. She is so tired, but from somewhere, she manages to summon up an impish grin. A little burst of the old Yuffie energy.] I'm glad I met you, though. Most of you--y'know, the nifty ones. Some of you are pretty crazy SOBs. You should go see a shrink or something when you get out of here. I know I will, and I don't even like shrinks and I am probably not crazy.