@omnislaught said : “ something on your mind , tina ? you can tell me . “ spoke the general , gently to the girl .
to think his voice would one day become a torment , a nightmare of her waking , honeyed in his wicked words beneath words , are beyond her comprehension and to her sorrow . he will not ask ; he will order . she will not speak ; she will obey . but that is later , much later , another lifetime , one could say . she is a child now , young and innocent , suggestible and naïve . yet to realise that tall walls and towering figures are not there to protect her , they lock her in and deliberately lose the key . and so her head lifts , dazzled by her gilded cage , small hands bunching up at the hem of her dress loosening as she finds solace in the presence of this man who is unlike the others , who speaks kindly to her , who holds her hand , who looks her in the eye . in her muted world of metal walls and red skies and penetrating stares , he is the one constant . he is a comfort that does not frighten her —— yet .
❝ i had a weird dream ... , ❞ the girl admits sheepishly , her head still turning over the scattered fragments , the puzzle pieces that could not fit . it was strange and bizarre and fantastical .
as dreams are , as memories could be .
❝ there was someone calling out to me . i don’t know who , and they weren’t calling me tina ... they called me ... something else ... ❞ a name that was not given , a name that should not be hers , but ... ❝ but the name they called me ... ... it felt like it belonged to me too . i don’t know why , but i'm sure ... it’s mine . ❞
nothing belongs to her . she knows that very well . not her clothes , not her toys , not her room , not even this silly and sweet man who seems to only smile for her . everything was given to the girl , meant to be received gratefully and could , at any point , be taken away , but this is the first .
the first thing that truly feels like hers .
a mind could forget , a body could reject , and a heart could remember . but nothing belongs to her , so she must find clarity in her confusion . ❝ ... it’s a weird dream , huh , kefka ? ❞
