She was screaming, but she didn’t know why. All she knew was that her hands felt dirty and her head itched and her throat burned from yelling wordlessly. There was more to it, so much more. Every muscle in her body seemed to ache from exhaustion. The oceanfront’s wet sand had somehow seeped into her boots, leaving her toes to somehow cope with a penetrating chill. And then there were the thoughts raging against her brain, thoughts she could not fight. It would be best to forget it all, she knew, but such a thing was surely impossible at that moment.
She screamed not out of fear or helplessness, but of frustration and anger and a pleading desire for all the contentment that she had been promised. Through all the things she had seen and done, through all she had suffered, she had put her friends first. Cid had given her life to her, and so she had striven to live for her own loved ones. They were all living happy lives somewhere, but what about her? Was it so wrong to want something more?
Where had she been? What had she been doing? She could not remember, only obsess and fret over the dysphoric sensations running through her entire body. It was like an itch she simply could not scratch, a pestering feeling that crept under her skin and even into her lungs, threatening to consume her-
Was this the madness that Kefka had known?
Her cries changed at that moment, and the tears came to her at last. She held her cape around her like a shawl, turning her head into the cold spring wind, and sobbed against the discomfort running through her veins.