She finished off the last SeeD with an explosion of magic, her whole body thrumming with power. Triumphant-

No. Not triumphant. Rinoa snapped out of the vision and lurched over, literally almost sick with horror. She'd killed her friends and enjoyed doing it.

"No," she gasped. "That wasn't me, I would never - never..." She looked at Zidane desperately. "They can't be real - the last vision I had and this one can't both be true. I'm not like that." She was looking between them both almost pleadingly now. "Whatever you saw... I'm not like that."