It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all, keeping this dream of his alive. After the incident with the sorceress Ultimecia, every single person able to control magic was sentenced to be found, put on trial, and have the fate of either ending up dead or as an experiment to rid the world of magic wielding freaks. He was the smartest kid in class. The best at what he did. He was rebellious, so it wasn't like this wasn't such a huge surprise to him, but, really, she was supposed to be dead. Or experimented on. And, really, Ultimecia proved that this dream of his, this romantic dream, or so he called it, was just a fluke and something he really shouldn't be pursuing. But, weeks ago, he found her trying to steal some of his food and claiming to be a good sorceress. Yeah, like he could believe that. He had the blade to her throat. She was shaking in fear. She was totally at his mercy and would have died for stealing from him. But then she had to go and say those damn words. She just had to go and ask if he had any mercy and shed some tears and talk about her dream of seeing her family as an accomplished sorceress with friends and how it would've been so nice and everything would've been fine. No, she of course had to wreck his life talking about her dreams.