Rinoa's fingers reached up for her rings, feeling the same soothing cool metal that always reassured her. One ring was her mother's, and the other Squall's. Both would protect her.

"Someone ... invaded," she said, softly. "It wasn't ... as insidious. She wasn't interested in subtlety. She made me a puppet, and used me to do her bidding, and then she ... threw me away, once it was over."