Sometimes, you just can't let go.
An FFVI postgame fic. Celes Chere lives her life with Locke, watches her friends and children around her, and ponders what might have been.
To win back the life he once knew, Squall Leonhart must face an enemy impossibly alien... and as familiar as the back of his hand.
The old man is full of stories, but the ones he won't tell are the most important of all...
Would you? Could you? Squall/Rinoa, the Timber Civil War, and things best left unspoken.
The mob speaks. The quest grinds on. Have you forgotten, Ramza, or did you never see?
Some things were never meant to be found. Some things are best left unknown. Some things, once learned, cannot be forgotten. If I summarized the rest, you'd only call me crazy.