Rinoa reached down, getting her hands into Angelo's thick fur. She almost missed the bag of dog biscuits that Squall threw.

When she caught them, Angelo began nosing the bag expectantly. Treats? Treats?

"H-he hurt you," Rinoa said, her voice shaking. "He h-h-hurt you and Sookie's gone. We all died down there."

She may have lived, but something inside of her was broken. Dead. Gone.