Selphie's shadow was seething anger and rage at its counterpart. Part of it wanted to smash things, to let out the pent up anger that the perky brunette swallowed every day like bitter medicine. Another part was quite happy to bask in the rage as the shadow purposefully paced the room with the same leering smirk plastered on its face. It could feel its power growing a little bit as Selphie eventually sank to her knees and stared at the floor with her shoulders hunching forward.
"Oh?" the shadow sneered before squating in front of the lighter side. The shadow placed two fingers under Selphie's chin to tilt it upward as the perky brunette glared defiantly. "Giving up already? I'll be happy to come out and play for a little bit if you need a time out."
"You know as well as I do," Selphie began in a low voice. "That there wasn't time to stop and grieve. We stopped at Trabia to assess the damage, provide what support we could and then we moved on after remembering our pasts."
Selphie let her tears come pouring out. "We were in the middle of fighting a war. We were fighting for our lives. For our future. The future of our home. There wasn't time to slow down and process what had happened. We were too busy living in the present to worry about all of that."
The shadow couldn't help but stare at the raw emotion pouring out in front of her. It had been expecting some sort of retort about not knowing how to grieve. "Sure there was," the shadow whispered. "There was lots of time. All you had to do was ask."
"I couldn't lean on the others like that," Selphie responded quietly. "Least of all, Squall..."
"My God, you really a chicken shit aren't you?" the shadow laughed mirthlessly. "Boohoo, I've leaned on him this entire time but this is too much for him to bear."
"I've lost a lot of friends and I could've lost a lot more at Balamb," Selphie pressed. "I can't bear their all of their weight and bearing it proudly might take a little time but..."
She slowly stood up and stared at her shadow hotly before jabbing a finger into its chest. "If I have to be an angry hothead like that idiot Deadpool then so be it. I'm not pushing the weight of my dead friends off on everyone else. I," she swallowed the lump in her throat as her voice went raw with the supressed grief. "Won't let their sacrifices be in vain. I know that I can't save everyone and it's frustrating but I'll get over it."
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"Oh?" the shadow sneered before squating in front of the lighter side. The shadow placed two fingers under Selphie's chin to tilt it upward as the perky brunette glared defiantly. "Giving up already? I'll be happy to come out and play for a little bit if you need a time out."
"You know as well as I do," Selphie began in a low voice. "That there wasn't time to stop and grieve. We stopped at Trabia to assess the damage, provide what support we could and then we moved on after remembering our pasts."
Selphie let her tears come pouring out. "We were in the middle of fighting a war. We were fighting for our lives. For our future. The future of our home. There wasn't time to slow down and process what had happened. We were too busy living in the present to worry about all of that."
The shadow couldn't help but stare at the raw emotion pouring out in front of her. It had been expecting some sort of retort about not knowing how to grieve. "Sure there was," the shadow whispered. "There was lots of time. All you had to do was ask."
"I couldn't lean on the others like that," Selphie responded quietly. "Least of all, Squall..."
"My God, you really a chicken shit aren't you?" the shadow laughed mirthlessly. "Boohoo, I've leaned on him this entire time but this is too much for him to bear."
"I've lost a lot of friends and I could've lost a lot more at Balamb," Selphie pressed. "I can't bear their all of their weight and bearing it proudly might take a little time but..."
She slowly stood up and stared at her shadow hotly before jabbing a finger into its chest. "If I have to be an angry hothead like that idiot Deadpool then so be it. I'm not pushing the weight of my dead friends off on everyone else. I," she swallowed the lump in her throat as her voice went raw with the supressed grief. "Won't let their sacrifices be in vain. I know that I can't save everyone and it's frustrating but I'll get over it."
She really didn't have much choice.