"I wanted to," she said. Floor. Floors were good to stare at. "It's never gonna be him. Is it? He was faking that stupid wheelchair. Tseng and the blonde girl, they got messed up, and you and Rude, you ..." Couldn't say it. "So he'd just get himself more Turks. Was never going to be him. He'd never pay for it. Any of it. And he just stared at me like he thought it wasn't even all that interesting. Oh, hey, I was gonna shoot him? Huh. Tseng, take care of that. And Tseng did, because he's just his bitch. Not the President. Never the President. He'd let you die but ..."
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Date: 2008-10-08 06:14 pm (UTC)Shit. Shit. Shit. No crying, Rikku.