It was time.

Ellone didn't know exactly where Squall was, so in case he came home before she could return she wrote a brief letter telling him where she was going, and what she was planning on doing. He wouldn't like it. But then, Squall was hard to please sometimes. It wouldn't matter. He was training to become a crusader, to do his part. She would do the same. She also explained to him that she'd given the temple priests permission to use their home if they'd need of it. After the recent attack from Sin, Kilika had many who's homes had been destroyed staying in the temple. If their family wasn't going to be using the house, surely it would do no harm to allow some people in need to temporarily use theirs for shelter while they rebuilt.

Nervously she gripped the carved wooden rod she'd been given. She would have to travel to Bevelle on her own. Bevelle was no brief journey, but she would do it. Starting of course, with the ferry ride. From the island of Kilika, she would need to take a ship to Luca, and from Luca head towards the Moonflow and into Guadosalam. No, it seemed there would be no fast route. No ships sailed into the city.

With a deep breath, Ellone steeled herself to be strong on the journey. She wouldn't fail. She smiled as she realized she was hyping herself up for some grand journey. It wasn't like she was going on a grand pilgrimage. It wouldn't be a perilous journey wrought with dangers. It would be long, tedious and exhausting. Ellone was really looking forward to it. She was going to Bevelle after all. Bevelle was a grand city. The heart of all of Spira, the home to Yevon. A much holier place then any she'd ever been. She'd never even really traveled much. But this journey, this would be her first. No, it wasn't a pilgrimage, but she would most certainly take this journey very seriously. Gently she placed her new weapon down and began to pack, grabbing what she considered traveling essentials and the book she'd been learning her magic from. Quickly, she checked to make sure she had everything she needed before she exited her house.

In the doorway, the young woman looked back into the home she was raised in. There were lots of memories there. Good ones, bad ones, just normal ones. Her entire life after she was four and lost her real parents, all of her memories were in this house. But that was enough of that. She had everything she needed, there was no use stalling anymore. Stepping back from the doorway, Ellone brushed her hair back from her face and nodded. She was ready. "Alright then. It's time to go."

Looking over her shoulder, she could see the setting sun reflecting on the water. While it might be wiser to wait until first light to leave, she wanted to get to Bevelle as soon as she could. And the ship for Bevelle was leaving when the sun was completely down, so she was going now. Without further hesitation, Ellone headed towards the edge of the village. It was only a brief walk through the woods to get to the docks on the opposite side would be waiting with the ferry.

As Ellone approached the edge's of the forest, she made out a familiar shape. A very familiar shape actually. From where she stood she could dimly make out the form of her brother and she smiled as she approached him. She'd thought he'd left long ago, but here he stood among the trees of the Kilikan forest. It was better that she found him here actually. Better than him coming to an empty house and another note. It'd be better to explain in person what she was doing than through a simply worded letter. However, she knew now she'd have to deal with his opposition sooner, rather than later. Raising her hand, she waved, hoping to catch her younger brothers sharp eye as she made her way up to the forest path. Curiously, she tilted her head to the side. "Squall? What are you doing here?"

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It was so frustrating having to deal with this situation. He didn't care for it in the least. He hadn't intended to leave Kilika so early, but he supposed Sin was forcing his hand, not to mention the sudden disappearance of his father. His lips tightened into a frown and his deep blue eyes glared off into the forest. His arms crossed over his chest and he leaned his head to the side, able to feel the soft fur of his coat's collar brushing against his cheek. "Now I have to go on some wild goose chase for you...and I bet you're not gonna make it easy for me...are you?" Squall thought to himself, silently sending waves of resentment toward Laguna. So, he was just going to run off and try to go on a pilgrimage, huh? He knew the consequences. Worst of all, he knew that Squall knew the consequences. He also probably knew that he would be opposed to the idea of him going on to become a Summoner and that was why he didn't tell him. That much he was annoyed about. He wasn't mad. No, he rarely got mad.

He supposed it was easing on his nerves to know that his mother was with Laguna. That much, at the very least, was comforting. It was nice to know that moron wasn't on his own, tripping all over fiends and trying to fight them off with Aeons and his sword. Who knew how well he could actually control Aeons when he was barely in control of his family. What a bother that man was. But at the same time, Squall knew he couldn't just abandon him. He was his father, after all. As hopeless as he was, Squall wouldn't leave him to the wolves. No, he would make sure to bring him back with his head tucked under his arm and with annoyance in his eyes, as was ever present when dealing with Laguna. "You're lucky I don't put a few lumps on that thick skull of yours when I find you... I might just do it anyway. For good measure." he thought to himself, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, just beneath his eyebrows.

He heard shuffling feet and it brought him to attention. Clearly not the shuffling of fiends, or else it would most likely be accompanied by a growl or a quicker shuffling. No, it was most definitely a person judging by the sound of it. His hand lowered from his nose and his eyes shifted to look at the person out of the corner of his eyes when he turned his head. Ellone. He raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his sister when she asked him what he was doing here. "I could ask you the same question." Squall said sternly, turning slowly to face her, his arms crossing over his chest and he tilted his head forward slightly so he was staring at her with a rather annoyed look.

"What is she doing here? If she thinks she's going to follow me, she's sorely mistaken. She needs to stay behind and keep an eye on the house. Or is she here to stop me from going to look for mom and dad? Well, either way, she's not going to get her way." A rather sour look came across his features as he looked Ellone in the eyes, as though looking there might give him an answer before she even spoke to him. It didn't quite work. She looked determined, it was a look he didn't like to see. He knew he was about to get defied and was none too pleased by the revelation that his sister of all people was looking to make sure he didn't get his way. He sighed, tilting his head away and closing his eyes halfway, looking down the path and placing a hand on his hip.

"I'm on my way to Luca. I'm going to drag dad back by his ear if I have to, no matter how much he plans to scream. That moron should have said something before he left." Squall explained himself, his lips turning into a frown as he once more turned to regard Ellone. "And what are you here for? Come to stop me?" Squall asked, as if expecting the answer to be "yes". She should have known that when he set his mind to something, he intended to see it through to the end. He didn't need her help in getting Laguna back, he could handle himself against Fiends and he certianly wasn't a pushover when it came to people trying to pawn things off on him. Squall could handle himself and he didn't need the extra baggage. Ellone would be better off just staying home. He wanted to say that...but he thought it might be, perhaps, too harsh to simply come and say it outright.
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Where was he going? Her brow furrowed as she gently placed her pack down so she could talk about these things.

"Squall, I'm really surprised to see you here." She said it softly as she folded her hands at her waist. She tilted her head looking at her younger brother's face. There was a look in his eyes, a defiant, angry look that had Ellone concerned. Squall wouldn't just give up whatever he was planning, she was certain of that. But she knew, she just knew Squall wouldn't just let her go.

Ellone watched her brother, her small smile shrinking only slightly when he seemed to snap at her. She shook her head, she wasn't here to top him? They really did have much to talk about apparently. She was obviously not the only one with a plan the other wouldn't like. The young woman would have to either talk him out of whatever it was, or come up with a form of compromise.

The teenager in front of her made up his mind. He wanted to go to Luca. He wanted to find their father, just as Ellone did. But Ellone knew it wouldn't work. "Squall, I won't try and stop you, but you should know," she paused, trying to think of a way to word this. "You should know he won't just give up and come home." By now, if Raine hadn't convinced the silly man to return to Kilika, there was no way Squall would. And by the time he would arrive in Luca, her father would be even more determined to see this through.

Ellone knew, just as her mother did. There was no reasoning with Laguna Loire had his mind set. Laguna would not be going back to Kilika. Or at least, Ellone was sure he wouldn't. If not, well the temple in Kilika would send for her to come home. And she wouldn't mind. This was a rare opportunity in any case. Training in magic at Bevelle. She had to tell Squall what she was going to do.

She struggled to think of exactly how she could tell Squall she was leaving. Her note really had said it all. She took a deep breath, and decided to just tell her brother what she was doing. She couldn't avoid telling him, and she was only putting off the inevitable by holding it off. She looked straight at Squall and smiled calmly, hiding her nerves. "I'm on my way to Bevelle. I'm catching the next ferry to Luca."

Her clasped hands tightened as Ellone met her brothers steady gaze. "I've made up my mind Squall." Her voice was low, and steady. She couldn't let him deter her. "I'm going to Bevelle, to learn more magic. And then when our parents cross through the city, I'm planning on joining them on their journey."

Before she lost the nerve, Ellone pushed on. "I know what I'm doing Squall. I want to help the people of Spira. And I want to make sure Mom and Dad stay safe." She tried another smile, hoping maybe she'd break that stone cold look in her brothers eyes. "The temple priests said they'd take care of our house, and I told them that if they needed to, they could use our house for the people who were displaced by Sin."

Already Ellone felt the displeasure from the silent teenager in front of her. her fingers twisted, the only sign of her nerves as she stared at her brother. But she wanted him to accept what she was going to do. He didn't have to like it. But she needed him to understand that she was doing this, with or without his approval. She was the older sister, so she really didn't even need his approval, but she'd rather she had it. Her eyes pleaded with Squall to tell her he understood. Or for him to at least pretend to.

Squall, please try and understand what I have to do. Don't try and tell me I can't go.

She'd hate to have her last encounter with her brother before her long journey be a tedious and pointless fight. They were both travelling, maybe there was a way she could convince him to head to Luca together. She'd be boarding the next ship anyway.

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She was surprised to see him here? He raised an eyebrow and gave a nonchalant shrug. The fact that she was here meant that she probably had an idea similar to his own, albeit rather different. She was older than him, but he wasn't going to take anything from her. He didn't care if she told him to go home or told him to just give up trying to bring their father home. His eyes narrowed slightly when she told him that Laguna wouldn't just give up. His lips curved into a frown, his heart sinking. He knew the truth, he knew he couldn't sway Laguna from the pilgrimage...but that didn't mean he couldn't try, right? "...whatever." was all that Squall muttered as he looked off to the side, a bit of hurt in his eyes as he clenched his hands into tightly balled fists. "He's so hard-headed. He tries so hard to help people but doesn't seem to care about the people who care about him. Why does he want to die? Why can't he just--" Squall stopped himself, sighing heavily and looking down into his palm. "Why can't he just be content with staying with his family?" Squall asked silently to himself, staring down at the palm of his glove.

Squall let on that he didn't care. He had made it clear that he didn't give a damn and Laguna could do what he wanted to do. But if they chips were going to be put down and he had to reveal how he really felt, then...he wouldn't mind telling Laguna that he cared what happened. He wouldn't care about telling him "Hey, I travelled across Spira to stop you from doing this. Please don't do this." At the end of the day, Squall cared about Laguna, though he didn't want to admit it out loud, if that's what it took then he would. Then again...Squall wasn't one to talk much. Not about his thoughts, not about his feelings, not about anything. He always just assumed he didn't need anyone and it would just be better to rely on himself in the end. After all, then the only person that could let him down was himself, and that didn't happen very often.

When she told him she was on her way to Bevelle to study magic, his lips tightened and his eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't tell her not to go. He knew she wouldn't listen anyway. She had her mind set on something, in this family, that meant a headstrong determination to get it done. Squall was beginning to see that he would never sway his father from the path he had chosen either. It settled in a blank, distant stare in his eyes as he looked down and frowned. Squall refused to be the one to usher his father to his death. He had to figure out a way to defeat Sin without the use of Summoners. He had to stop this useless cycle of death whether it cost him his own life or not. But could he really do that? Could he really sacrifice himself? That would be hypocricy of the highest degree, telling his father not to die because of the pilgrimage and then turning around to let himself die in a similar fashion. No. He would figure out a way to do it without anyone dying. He was sick of death, he was sick of dealing with people needlessly sacrificing their lives to kill Sin.

"...Do what you want..." Squall muttered coldly, keeping his head turned away and frowning, slowly turning his body away from her and looking down. Did he really have to accept this? Was he really supposed to sit idly by and watch as his entire family made a dangerous trip that would put a stop to Sin? At least one of them would die, possibly more. Was he to stand by and think "what could have been"? His jaw clenched tightly and he tilted his head upward to look at the sky through the leaves and branches of the trees, his blue eyes narrowing. Why did fate have to be so cruel? To put him in such a situation?

"I'm coming with you, though." Squall said as he sighed heavily. He was sure in the end, he would find himself in a situation that would call his character into question. He would be tested and it was up to the decision he made to determine whether or not he would be an adequate warrior in the fight against Sin. His father was an idiot for not talking to him. Sure, Squall might be a little hypocritical. He had planned to leave to join the Crusaders any day, but now what was he supposed to do? Joining the Crusaders would be the same thing! It wouldn't be sacrificing his life! Was he supposed to be the Guardian for Laguna? Or was he supposed to do something more? He didn't know...

He just...didn't know.
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She understood her brother's frustration. She didn't want her father to go on this pilgrimage either, and if there was a way, she'd try. She'd try and stop him, to convince him that this plan was foolish and that he should just go home. But even as the young woman hoped he would turn back, she knew, and so did Squall, that her father was a stubborn man. An incredibly hard headed person. It was a trait they shared in their family. Once a mind was made up, that was it. She only had one chance that Laguna would change his mind. She could only hope her mother would be able to change his mind. It was the only way she could see the man coming back to this island.

When Squall started to voice his frustration, Ellone only smiled sadly. He didn't finish, but she knew. It was rare that Squall would ever voice his opinions. He hardly ever talked about anything really. This wouldn’t be much of a surprise. But she knew what he was getting at. She unclasped her hands as she stepped closer to her brother. She gently placed her hand on Squalls arm and gave him an understanding smile. "If he were any other way, he wouldn't be our father."

“I respect his choice to become a summoner.” Ellone’s smile dimmed. “That doesn’t mean that when I find him in Bevelle I’ll forgive him. I’m going to tell him how I feel.” Oh no. He wasn’t getting off the hook from her that easily. She respected his choice. But she wouldn’t forgive him for just taking off. He shouldn’t have just left. We’re his family, he should have at least said goodbye to us in person. He never should have just written a note and taken off like a criminal. That was what she was mad about. And she’d give him a piece of her mind when she saw him again. And when she found him, she’d see her mother. Well, she wasn’t mad at Raine. Her mother at least left for a good reason. And her note was for her children, unlike Laguna’s simple ‘sorry Raine’. That was hardly a goodbye for his family. Her smile returned as she looked at Squall. “You’re going to give him a piece of your mind too right?”

She was filled with relief when he said he wouldn’t stop her. She wouldn’t have to fight with him. They’d ride the ferry to Luca together without any hard discussions. It could be a pleasant ride before they split up at Luca. From there on she’d embark on her solitary journey. At least, that’s what she thought. Until Squall said she’d have him with her to Bevelle.

“Squall, what… Why?”

Why should he want to go all the way to Bevelle her? Could she ask him to do this? Could she expect him to go all the way to Bevelle with her? She’d be nothing but a burden on him. She didn’t want to drag him down. “Are you sure?”

She pulled her hand back, stepping from her brother. “Bevelle is a lot further than Luca. It’s a long journey Squall.” She said softly. “Are you sure you want to go all the way there?”

He would have to decide quickly. Actually, she knew his answer already. He was a member of their family, just as stubborn and hardheaded as their father. Even if Squall wouldn’t want to admit it. He would never want to admit he had any resemblance to the man he considered an idiot. So they would have to be on their way. The sun was setting faster and the ship was leaving shortly.

Since Squall was planning on leaving as well, she imagined he knew the ship schedule as well. And neither of them would want to wait until the next ship. The sooner they left, the sooner they could begin the trip. She reached down picked her bag up, brushing her hair back as she adjusted her bag. “Either way, the ship will be leaving for Luca soon. So we should be going.” She gestured toward the path through the forest.

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Squall offered only a soft "Tch." when Ellone said that Laguna wouldn't be their father if he wasn't the way he was. If he hadn't abandoned his family with only a stupid note that said he was sorry to his mother. If he hadn't gone off without speaking to his family, about talking it over with them. That was a foolish choice of words if he had ever heard one to begin with. "You're implying that he acted like a father to begin with." Squall said with a roll of his eyes and looked away from Ellone.

She, of course, didn't understand his feelings. She never did, nobody ever did. Squall was a closed book and he rarely wore what he was feeling on the cover. This repelled people from him and, honestly, he preferred it that way. He hated dealing with people anyway. It was more often than not that he was only let down by others. Whether it be people he didn't even know or people that he knew well from living there. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other in annoyance, still looking away from Ellone and scowling, eyebrows furrowed in the process of his features tightening. He wasn't happy but, as some people would say, when was he? Laguna had left. His mother had gone with him to perhaps talk him out of it or make sure he didn't hurt himself along the way. And now they were going to try to stop him. Was it bad that he wanted to deck the old man as soon as he saw him? Squall didn't think that was so out of the question. "He's lucky if that's all he gets." Squall thought to himself with a sigh.

"Respect his decision? How can you do that when his decision wasn't even discussed with us? Not even with mom." Squall asked, his eyes focusing upon Ellone in a rather irritable manner. She was smarter than that. Laguna had ditched them to go play savior to the world and here she was talking about how she wasn't going to forgive him but she still supported his decision? How did that work exactly? However, when her next question came up, his eyes turned to her and he nodded softly. "You're damn right I am. And you can guarantee it'll probably be more than that." Squall said with a shrug.

When she expressed confusion as to why he wanted to go to Bevelle with her, he simply shrugged. "To put it bluntly, if I find him, he won't make it to Bevelle, so you'd be there for no reason. So, I'll wait in Bevelle for that moron to come along and we'll start the long trek back home. I don't care if you say you support his decision. I don't." Squall said coldly before turning and walking down the path before she even said that they should be going soon. He knew the ferry would be leaving soon, he knew they would have to move quickly if they were going to get past Laguna and make it to Bevelle before him.

The advantage they had was that they wouldn't have to stop by any temples, they could just go straight on ahead. Granted, he didn't know how long a temple took to pray to the Fayth, but he knew that they were already behind a few hours. What waited for them on this journey? What waited for them in Bevelle? He'd barely been out of Luca, so he sure as heck hoped that Ellone knew where she was going because he didn't actually have a map. Luca would have just been a ferry trip away, so he hadn't thought to pack a map since he had only thought he would be staying there until Laguna got there. Now he had another person to worry about. Now he had to make sure that Ellone stayed safe. That was most of the reason why he was going all the way to Bevelle with her. The other reason was as he stated. He didn't care what she had to say on the matter, he was done talking about it and he wouldn't be deterred from what he had to say and do to Laguna. She would give him a piece of her mind, but she would probably go along with him after hearing him out.

Squall wasn't going to let him die.

Not if he had anything to say about it.
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She fixed her bag, her fingers tightening on the strap as she listened to her brother. Her gaze slid to the ground as she frowned. 'Squall.'

It hurt to hear him say things like that about Laguna. Laguna made mistakes, this recent one being the biggest in her mind, but he wasn't an awful father. The reasons Squall didn't like their father were unknown to her. She was just grateful to have a father like Laguna Loire. He was happy, he kept things fun and lively. He was a good father, at least she'd always seen him as such. In fact, he'd been such a good father, she hadn't even thought of who her real father was.She didn't remember him, not much. Nor her birth mother. They were just blurred images that were concealed with the one's she'd been raised by. When people mentioned her parents, it was Raine and Laguna's faces that she pictured. Though they hadn't brought her into this world, they'd taught her everything she'd needed in order to live peacefully and happily.

So hearing Squall say things like that, she didn't understand. But then, there was much she didn't understand abot Squall. He rarely said what was on his mind, he kept his thoughts to himself. Once upon a time, Squall had told his big sister everything and anything. Ellone smiled faintly remembering how Squall was as a child. He was absolutely adorable. And now, well. Her smile dimmed. He certainly wasn't the cute little child boy he used to be.

Though she didn't want to fight with Squall, but at the same time, she felt the urge to lecture him. He knew Spira needed help. He was going to join the Crusaders wasn't he? A choice he had made on his own, without the approval of anyone else. It was frustrating.

"I respect his choice to try and save Spira." The words were said softly, almost a whisper. She'd be shocked if Squall actually heard them. She fell into step behind Squall, thinking about her father's choice. By the time Laguna'd reach Bevelle, he'd have already visited a great number of temples. And probably have a bunch of Aeons. Bevelle was typically the last stop before the summoner went to the Calm Lands. Her hands slipped from the straps of her bag to rest in front of her as she followed the frustrated teenager.

Though Squall wouldn't say it, Ellone was certain he was also going for her sake. He worried about her, she knew that. Squall tried to hide behind cold stares, and angry scowls, but she had a feeling inside her. "Squall, thank you for coming with me. I will admit,the idea of travelling to Bevelle alone was nerve wracking."

The ferry docks weren't far now, and Ellone felt a flutter of nerves. She was traveling further than ever before. She knew the way of course. She'd studied that map until she knew every landmark, every forest, every stream. Every temple. Though they wouldn't be stopping at the temples to pray, Ellone had wanted to know the places their parents would be visiting. And in case of a problem, she had the map tucked into her backpack, her route highlighted in red ink. She'd been prepared for Squall's disapproving nature. He probably thought she was going to meekly listen to her father, and then bid him farewell at Bevelle's gates. But as sure as her father would not stop his journey, she would not wish on him the blessings of Yevon and bow in prayer. She would not pray for good fortune on his pilgrimage. She hadn't once prayed he'd be a successful summoner. But she'd let Squall think what he chose.

Instead, she'd talk to him about the path their travels should take. "Once we leave Luca, we should head for the Mi'ihen highroad."

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The sad look in her eyes only served to make a blade of guilt dig into his skin. He guessed he shouldn't have been so harsh with his words. He brought a hand up to brush strands of brunet hair from his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose softly. A drawn out sigh was released from his lips before he turned his gaze to look down the path that they were taking to the docks. Each easy step brought him one step closer to his father and each step toward his father only strengthened his resolve. He wanted to head the old man off and make sure he regretted his decision to leave. Gloved fingers tightened into his palm as he scowled. He knew Ellone felt strongly about Laguna and Raine, probably moreso than him. Being adopted, she wasn't one to take parents for granted, especially not ones that were so great as the pair of them. Well...his mother was great and Laguna was just a moron. Either way...he wouldn't let that idiot die just because he decided he wanted to play hero by going off to become a Summoner.

His hand came up to rest against the hilt of his sword, not really expecting trouble so close to Kilika but one could never be too careful. His head tilted forward as she said that she respected his choice. His eyes shifted to the ground he walked on before him. "Just because you respect his decision...doesn't mean that he's not an idiot." Squall thought to himself, features tightening into a scowl as blue eyes slowly looked up at the path ahead. His eyes shifted to Ellone slowly, his expression softening slightly as he gave a helpless sigh. There was little he would be able to do to dissuade her from going to Bevelle. Her mind was made up and he could see in her eyes that she was going to go with or without him. There was no point in telling her that he thought her respect of the man who would so readily leave his family without so much as a word was stupid.

"Not like I could just let you go alone." Squall said as she thanked him for going with her. His eyes focused on the path ahead, narrowing ever-so-slightly. He had to think of what he would tell Laguna as soon as he saw him...he still didn't know. He was tempted to just draw his sword and get it over with. Make him come back at sword point. Would his mother disagree with him? Would she encourage him? Or was she in full support of Laguna like Ellone? If that were the case...he would more than likely just feel like the bad guy. Like he was the one who was in the wrong. Would that make him support Laguna? No. He would stand by how he felt no matter what. He didn't give a damn if he had a way to fend Sin off with just a stick or something, there was no way that Squall was going to let him endanger his life. The teen had decided that the Crusaders weren't for him anymore. Far too dependent on comaraderie that he wasn't willing to give. Far too dependent on climbing in rank to get anywhere, to achieve a status of respect. He didn't need anyone's respect but his own and with his skills he had that much.

His father had told him multiple times that he was a skilled fighter. A quick shake of his head shook those pleasant memories away. He was supposed to be mad at the man. He was supposed to be angry that he had left without a word. He couldn't be reminiscing about "the good times" yet. Laguna wasn't dead. There was no "He used to tell me this" or "He used to tell me that". Squall would hear it from the man himself as soona s he found him. He would grab him by the collar of his shirt and tell him right to his face that he was tired of his crap. Tired of him thinking that he could do everything on his own without telling his family. Tired of him trying to take advantage of their support. Squall had gotten tired of giving him support, so here he stood. Ready to defy the man who had helped to bring him into this world. It didn't matter what Raine said. It didn't matter what Ellone said.

Squall was himself and there was no changing that.

As he stepped onto the deck of the boat, boots thumping against the wooden floors, he cast a stare in the direction of the village and he frowned. Would he ever see it again? If he did come back...would he be bringing Laguna and the rest of his family with him? If he lost them, would he be able to bring them back. Fingers clutched onto the railing on the side of the ship as his thoughts pounded against the walls of his mind and begged for answers that he knew he couldn't give himself. Answers that he doubted anyone could give him. "Damnit..." Squall thought to himself, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked away from the village. As the boat pulled away...he realized one thing.

He was at the point of no return.

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