Balamb Garden, Fisherman's Horizon
Squall stood in the doorway of his room as everything he owned came flying out of it in his face. R--... R--... His fiancée, whose name he had temporarily forgotten due to overuse of Guardian Forces, was angry at him. Sure, he had promised her that he'd only junction GFs when absolutely necessary. Sure, he ran out to fight off the bandits himself when he could have sent any of the SeeDs under his command instead. Sure, he had... forgotten her name. Okay, that was a big one. But the bonds of friendship and love they had forged could overcome anything, right? "Please, just... Don't do this... Please..."
(I'm begging. I HATE begging.)
He didn't care when she threw all his back issues of Weapons Monthly at him. He shrugged when the stuffed Moomba he had given her for their first anniversary went flying by his shoulder. He didn't even flinch when his gunblade case came flying out and hit him in the face. But when she took off her Griever ring and threw it at him? Something inside him snapped.
He picked up his gunblade case, turned around, and started walking. Who knew where to? Who cared?
Whatever.
(I'm begging. I HATE begging.)
He didn't care when she threw all his back issues of Weapons Monthly at him. He shrugged when the stuffed Moomba he had given her for their first anniversary went flying by his shoulder. He didn't even flinch when his gunblade case came flying out and hit him in the face. But when she took off her Griever ring and threw it at him? Something inside him snapped.
He picked up his gunblade case, turned around, and started walking. Who knew where to? Who cared?
Whatever.