Sunrise
Part 6: Sunrise Over Midgar
So Tseng – who’d finally officially introduced himself to me by now – took me up to the Plate. And once I was there, I belonged to him. The training was grueling… Hell of a lot more work than I was used to, but I guess it paid off in the end.
Target practice, hand to hand combat, weaponry… you name it, Tseng crammed it into my head. And not just me. There was another new recruit there, too. He’d been there a few months before I showed up. Rude and I hit it off right away. I talked, he listened. I drank, he drank. I got drunk off my ass trying to forget all the things I’d lived through… he dragged my ass home. In short, I trusted him, he trusted me. Not many people I can say that about.
And the next thing I knew, I was a Turk.
Yeah, ok… maybe there was a little more to it than that. But the rest of it’s kind of a trade secret.
I’m really not sure if I should thank Tseng for what he did for me, or shoot him for it. The life of a Turk sometimes isn’t any easier than life in the slums… But I think, given the choice, I wouldn’t change anything right now. There are definite advantages to this blue suit. Just ask Angel… She lives in Kalm now. I was more than willing to help get her out of Wall Market. She’s invited me to her wedding next month. Even wants to name her kid after me. Heh…
Another plus, I can look out of the window of my apartment every morning and watch the sun rise over Midgar. Mom would’ve loved the one this morning. I guess I finally figured out why she clung to that image down in Sector 2. Sunrise is sort of a new beginning, and that’s what she wanted more than anything.
Yeah, I know… I’m probably the last person you’d expect to hear trying to be all deep and philosophical and shit… Don’t let it get around, ok?
-fin-
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